Olga Smirnova
About myself point-by-point, year-by-year:
I entered pre-school in 1986 and while I matriculated there I simultaneously began training in figure skating. Basically, I was forced to do that, because what I really wanted to do was artistic gymnastics. But I couldn't do that because I didn't have the appropriate figure.
Around 1988 I was introduced to ball dancing, acrobatics and, later, a children's theatre studio connected to the Musical Comedy Theatre.
In 1990, with gladioluses in hand, I crossed the threshold of School No. 5. Actually I wanted to take a bouquet of peonies and, when they wouldn't let me, I threw a tantrum that ruined the big day for everyone in my family, including me. The Head Class Teacher did not want me in her class thanks to the grand reputation my older brother had already earned himself.
In 1996 I resolved to continue my dancing career, and this time it stuck. While continuing to go to grade school, I entered the School of Contemporary Dance at the Yekaterinburg Center of Contemporary Art.
In 1998 my mother transferred me to School No. 74, where she worked, and continues to work to this day, as a physical education teacher. (She did this to make sure I'd finish school.) As a result, after finishing school, I had no choice but to apply to the Institute of Physical Education, a place whose walls could not hold me more than 2 years.
From 1996 to 2002 I was completely absorbed by my interest in classical, contemporary and jazz dance, as well as all kinds of other activities involving movement — productions and festivals in Russia and abroad. I fully expected to be a dancer for the rest of my life.
In 2002, following performances of Sasha Pepelyaev's dance production of “Amalgam” at the Golden Mask festival, I bid my comrades in the cast farewell and I stayed in Moscow with the idea of applying to one of the theatre institutes.
In 2006 I graduated from the actor's group in the directing department of GITIS. My master teacher was Oleg Kudryashov.
As yet, all else is covered in a dark mist. I have no idea what comes next.
I entered pre-school in 1986 and while I matriculated there I simultaneously began training in figure skating. Basically, I was forced to do that, because what I really wanted to do was artistic gymnastics. But I couldn't do that because I didn't have the appropriate figure.
Around 1988 I was introduced to ball dancing, acrobatics and, later, a children's theatre studio connected to the Musical Comedy Theatre.
In 1990, with gladioluses in hand, I crossed the threshold of School No. 5. Actually I wanted to take a bouquet of peonies and, when they wouldn't let me, I threw a tantrum that ruined the big day for everyone in my family, including me. The Head Class Teacher did not want me in her class thanks to the grand reputation my older brother had already earned himself.
In 1996 I resolved to continue my dancing career, and this time it stuck. While continuing to go to grade school, I entered the School of Contemporary Dance at the Yekaterinburg Center of Contemporary Art.
In 1998 my mother transferred me to School No. 74, where she worked, and continues to work to this day, as a physical education teacher. (She did this to make sure I'd finish school.) As a result, after finishing school, I had no choice but to apply to the Institute of Physical Education, a place whose walls could not hold me more than 2 years.
From 1996 to 2002 I was completely absorbed by my interest in classical, contemporary and jazz dance, as well as all kinds of other activities involving movement — productions and festivals in Russia and abroad. I fully expected to be a dancer for the rest of my life.
In 2002, following performances of Sasha Pepelyaev's dance production of “Amalgam” at the Golden Mask festival, I bid my comrades in the cast farewell and I stayed in Moscow with the idea of applying to one of the theatre institutes.
In 2006 I graduated from the actor's group in the directing department of GITIS. My master teacher was Oleg Kudryashov.
As yet, all else is covered in a dark mist. I have no idea what comes next.