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PRAISE FOR MONICA LOUGHMAN’S
DANCING
Ballerina
First published in Ireland in 2004 by Maverick House Publishers,
Office 19. Dunboyne Business Park, Dunboyne, Co. Meath, Ireland
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email: info@maverickhouse.com
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For every tree felled, at least one tree is planted, thereby renewing natural
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A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.
DEDICATION
In loving memory of Monica ‘Mammy’ Loughman
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I’d like to thank my family, who have supported me
through good times and bad.
My Dad’s constant question, ‘Are you okay for
money?’ is his way of offering support and showing me
how much he cares.
His love means so much to me. I know he’s always
looking out for me and I love him for it, and for other
reasons too many to mention.
Siobhán and Eileen have been a great support to me,
keeping my feet firmly on the ground, in a way that
only sisters can.
My niece Niamh, otherwise known as Nini, fills my
heart with joy and has inspired new emotions in me.
She even makes me smile at six o’clock in the morning.
My heartfelt thanks go to all the Irish students who
shared my adventures and misadventures in Perm; what
wonderful memories we possess from those days.
I would like to thank Alan Foley for being my friend,
my dancing partner, and my boss. I owe him a debt of
gratitude for all his help, advice, and support with this
book.
Bal’shoy spasiba to Valintina Bykova, my teacher, who
made me believe in myself and in her. Her reliable
tuition reminded me that dancing is a pleasure, despite
the hardships that sometimes surround it. I hope to
someday influence people in the way that she does.
Rimma Siraeva’s sense of enthusiasm infected me;
she’s a joy to be around, never failing to amaze me with
her outlandish ideas.
Spasiba—to all my colleagues, friends and teachers in
Perm State Ballet, for making me feel so at home in
Russia. The foothills of the Ural Mountains are now my
second home because of the love and warmth you have
shown me.
Regina Rogers gave me the support I desperately
needed when I was dancing at a time when my mother
was terminally ill. I will always be grateful for your
kindness.
Thanks to my first ballet teacher, Marie Cole, for
planting the seeds that led to my career.
I’m also very grateful to John Baraldi for opening the
world of Russian ballet to me.
Because of all the problems with the various artistic
directors, I never expected to be put forward for
solo or principal roles, and when it happened I greatly
appreciated it.
Although I didn’t always see eye to eye with them, I
always respected the difficult job they had in trying to
keep everyone happy.
Although my fellow student Donna Addie and I
sometimes fought like cats and dogs in the early years,
she’s been my best friend and true supporter for many
years, and I thank her for that.
Jimmy, Sally and James Dunne are the gentlest and
nicest people I have ever met. Thanks to Rosita Wolfe
for giving me words of advice when I needed them most.
Damien O’Neill; thanks for seeing the potential in me.
A big thank you to the late Carolyn Swift, who was my
first supporter and whom I will always fondly remember.
A huge thanks to Jean Harrington, who sifted through
months of my gibberish, and without whom this book
would never have happened. Thank you for making this
project work.
And to Gavin Cash, who is my muse, and who means
everything to me; thank you sincerely for making me
feel that anything is possible.
And finally, thanks to my Mam. No words can describe
how much I miss you and how much I love you.
Monica Loughman
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thanks to Fiona Barry of William Fry Solicitors for
reading the manuscript. I’d also like to thank Gillian
Galvin, who valiantly ploughed through interview tapes
on my behalf.
Thank you to Monica Loughman for turning me into
a balletomane. I learned so much about Russia and
ballet during our many hours of conversations.
Jackie Conlon is the one of the nicest people I know
and I’d like to thank her for beings such a good friend.
A huge thanks to Alan Foley and Susan Harrington
who edited the manuscript so carefully. Their comments
were much appreciated. I’m also grateful to Regina
Rogers for all her assistance.
Corina Cummins and Ann Harrington cheerfully
helped out when it was badly needed and I’m much
indebted to them.
Thanks to my mother, who has always supported me
through my career. My sister, Susie, and her partner,
Alan, have played a huge role in caring for my daughter
Aoileann, and I’ll always appreciate it. Thanks, as always,
to my sister Ann, and my brothers Robert and Martin,
who allow me to be myself and still love me for it.
My eternal gratitude also goes to Mary and Richie for
their tender care with Aoileann.
Dad, you’re gone, but never forgotten, and I’ll always
be grateful for what we had. I love you and still miss
you everyday.
A sincere thanks goes to my wonderful husband who
lovingly supports me through good times and bad.
Finally, thanks to my beloved Aoileann for changing
my life, and showing me a wonderful world I knew
nothing about.
Jean Harrington
- Chapter One-
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The train trundled into the city of Perm the next after-
noon. All the girls were clambering for window space
to get their first glimpse of the city that was to be our
home for the next few years. I felt a shiver of excitement
pulsate to the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t believe that I
was finally going to study ballet in this classical school.
The platform was crowded with blonde-haired
Russian boys jostling for space and waving at us. Some
of them jumped onto the train and started pulling our
luggage onto the platform and onto trolleys that were
lined up. I dragged my suitcase along the train corridor
where a good-looking boy took it from me and lifted
it into his arms. His knees buckled for a split second
before he steadied himself again. I blushed immediately.
He started talking to me in Russian but I couldn’t
understand what he was trying to say. I could tell from
the puzzled expression on his face, though, that he was
trying to work out what I had in my case. It weighed
more than I did.
Two of the girls had studied in Perm the previous year,
Katherine and Catherine, and they started hugging some
of the boys, and talking to them in halted Russian. I just
stood on the platform for a minute watching the light
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