the persistence of my classmate, at some point i was selected, two teachers from the belarusian choriographic school from minsk, who found me, on the newspaper page, the phone number was written , boy, call, tell my parents to call in the evening, so exactly... literally in a week my life changed, my dad took me to minsk in a kamaz, they looked me over, pressed me, i did the splits in one, on trust i did the splits in the other, this is how i turned out to be capable of dancing, literally exactly a week later i was already standing with the documents , now i’m looking at this building in which the school used to be located, every day looking from my office at this building... and i think, what should i do? this is how, how could this happen, without knowing, living in a city in which at that time there was not a single theater, neither dramatic nor musical, i would be pulled out of pinsk to a completely different, different microclimate, and i would do this, in principle, consciousness, despite the fact that i have absolutely simple parents professions, my father was a truck driver, my mother was th