Anastasia Korgova Biography

A year after the tragedy of the ballerina, Anastasia Korgova recalls the deceased husband Sergey Tarasov on November 24 in them were an unusual couple. Senator of St. Petersburg Fifty -year -old Sergey Tarasov married the young ballerina of the Mariinsky Theater Anastasia Korgova on October 10 last year. And already on November 27, Anastasia became a widow.

After the tragedy, the year was able to, Anastasia can already talk about what had happened. But her eyes betray that somewhere deep down there was a timid hope: suddenly this is not true. But one thing is obvious: it was a real feeling that Anastasia speaks with pride and with great pain. At that age? But it seems to me that a person is not given more than what he can survive.

I don’t understand, I still don’t understand what I deserve it! But I believe in fate. And I think the general picture of a person’s life is already recorded somewhere there, upstairs. And we subconsciously feel it. Before meeting Sergey, I knew that something good should happen. They met by chance, in the company of common friends. It was four years before the wedding.

The future spouse then poorly imagined who Sergei is. She was conquered not by his regalia Tarasov was a deputy of the ZAS, later-the vice-governor of St. Petersburg. And despite our age difference, I felt that deep down he is a child. He could not even relax calmly - every hour the change of the scene. It seems to me that he lived not one life, but several.

Their novel did not flare up like a Christmas fireworks. It’s hard to believe, but the ballerina and politician ... were friends for a long time. Both was not easy to take a decisive step. Nastya is a closed person who does not trust men. Sergei at that time was married to the daughter of actress Alice Freindlich Varvara Vladimirova. And yet they were inevitably attracted to each other.

At first, the couple simply met, then they began to live together. Their wedding was not loud. Unless they shot from the gun in Petropavlovka. And in the palace of marriage, they managed in just half an hour. But on a steep stairs, Sergei repeatedly raised Nastya in his arms. The couple was radiant with happiness. In their family, mutual understanding reigned.

Despite the fact that Senator Tarasov, shortly after the wedding, appointed by the head of the Rosavtodor board, was torn between Moscow and Peter, and Anastasia actively toured. A muddy foreboding of trouble - how did you manage to survive this pain? Special trainings did not help, because I am generally a closed person. I helped out the work: after a month and a half, I was loaded with a performance, I performed almost every week.

And any performance is purification. You live a completely different life, and your personal tragedy is slightly erased. But the further you live, the more you realize what happened. At first, I still waited for Seryozha, and it seemed to me that everything did not happen to me, but with someone else. The final awareness, I think, will come to me in a year and a half.

Now I seem to have enough full existence: work, friends. But I do not rejoice at a hundred percent life. She left five days before the tragedy. Japan is my favorite country.

But at that time for some reason I wanted to stay at home. We are already going to the airport, and I understand that I don’t want to fly at terrible. Like a magnet to the chair, I barely got up. The mobile phone does not catch there. I called home from the card every day. And in the last three days she could not catch Seryozha. He was then at a meeting, then somewhere, in general, his assistant answered.

And every time she picked up the phone, my heart was torn. Why doesn't he fit? Maybe they don’t tell me and something happened to him? Then I nevertheless talked to him. He was very calm, asked how much I dance. And I was still nervous. There was something so muddy, incomprehensible in the chest, foreboding. On the one hand, it seems to me that there is something on the other side of life, and on the other, that this is the imagination of the brain.

Now it’s easier for me to see these dreams than at first. In a dream, he instructs me, advises me. People are afraid of loneliness because at this moment they begin to think intensely and know themselves - and they do not like it. And I am very comfortable alone with myself, despite the abundance of communication and work. I like to communicate with me. And surrounded himself with interesting people.

It was our common circle of acquaintances, with whom it was pleasant to communicate. Those friends with whom we talked under Seryozha all stayed with me. And the rest ... I do not know what they say about me. At heart, they probably hoped that I would break. But I don’t care who and what he thinks. I loved Seryozha. And we were equal halves of the whole.

At first they just talked. I can’t do it right away - in a pool with my head. I need to look at the man for several months. I am very difficult to make contact. And if I go, then I definitely decided everything. Of course, he loved me very much. But I am no less. They wanted to improve health, and in a year, in the summer, they could become parents. Of course, Seryozha understood that I was a soloist of ballet, that I was doing successes, worried, went to performances.

But he really wanted a child - it was his obsessive idea. Alone with him ... Sergey was buried in the Nikolsky cemetery of the Alexander Nevsky Lavra.He found the last peace next to Mikhail Stolypin-the brother of the tsarist prime minister. Its grave is always fresh flowers. Petersburg bikers, with whom the politician often talked, are going to visit their friend on the anniversary of the tragedy.

Anastasia did not answer the question of how often she happens on her husband’s grave. It was evident: to talk about it is still hard for her. But she did not break. The ballerina has no creative crisis. It dances 3-4 parties a month, travels on tour and says that it is fully realized in creativity. In the ballet world, she never acquired close friends. Continues to communicate with Sergey's friends.

Oksana’s only friend, with whom Anastasia can talk about completely personal things, lives in Japan. She is Russian. Girls once lived together in a hostel and have been familiar from the age of nine. Anastasia is rarely fun.