A single woman wants to meet. Even if he denies it with all his might (personal opinion).
Every time people laugh fervently at Anastasia Volochkova, I don’t find it funny at all. When she puts on an outfit of lace and feathers, becomes in a ballet stance, does a split on an elephant, goes on stage and trying to dance like in the good old days or going to a video interview, I want to close my eyes and press the button "OFF". In fact, I almost always do that. Despite the fact that I am younger than Anastasia, I have inexplicable maternal feelings for her, which only grow stronger over the years.
A long time ago, at the very beginning of the 2000s, my girlfriend (elementary students) and I stood at a bus stop waiting for a bus. A poster with a portrait of Volochkova hung on the information board. My friend, who was only interested in biology and chemistry, and of the celebrities, it seems, knew only John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Alla Pugacheva, looked and whispered admiringly:
“Look, what a beautiful girl! We must remember: Anastasia Volochkova.
Who would have known that 20 years later this beautiful girl would evoke completely different emotions.
I periodically see news about Volochkova, her photographs with another “dream man” with an indispensable series of television programs that are dedicated to this historical event. But I didn’t master almost any show until the end, except for “Secret for a Million”, where she revealed herself from an unexpected side, and YouTube interview with Ksenia Sobchak, who, out of old "friendship", put her in the light that was beneficial for her rating.
Yulia Menshova said that Volochkova turns every appearance on television into her own PR. Interestingly, is it not to raise her own ratings that she is called on TV and youtube-shows?
Once upon a time, journalist Natalya Radulova wrote an unexpected poignant post about Volochkova in her LiveJournal. The point was that Anastasia, despite all her swan-like spirituality, was a simple Russian woman. But that's the way it is.
She is a single mother, whose youth has already passed, taking away the beauty and former reverence of the image. The ballet career was left behind, and the reputation and image dissipated like smoke. There is no worthy man nearby, there is no support, there are “fans” and observers around laughing and poking their fingers.
But how you don’t want to accept all this, so you have to do splits in the most unexpected places, surround yourself with flowers and plush toys, pebbles of dubious origin and the same men. This is what many women do, who at a certain age have to keep the brand and diligently create an entourage with the message "I'm doing great!". A good mine in Anastasia's bad game is decorated with furs, stones and lace.
And I also think that if you dig deeper, wading through rhinestones, fur coats and false eyelashes, Volochkova is just a lonely Russian woman. The one who wants to meet, legitimize and calm down. And it doesn’t even matter if she plays the proposed game or is sincere in her... innocence.
Author: a person nostalgic for the "zero"
