My Childhood.

My name is Anastasiia. I was born in St. Petersburg, Russia. It is very beautiful, but cold city. In the city there are a lot of churches, mosques, palaces and monuments. There are many historical buildings, which tell you the story of the city, like a Wikipedia or textbook of history.

When winter starts, city looks like Winter`s fairytale. Every winter is very cold, and the winters are long. But people play in the snow: snowball fights, walk in the winter`s fair, toboggan riding, skating and waiting for Santa Claus.

I grew up in dangerous district, because my district has a lot of drug addicts and robbers. My friend Lola and I, couldn’t walk on the street alone, without our parents.

Me, my mother and my father moved to Toksovo. It is pretty small town near St. Petersburg. My father built a house for our family.

I went to school. I wasn`t a popular girl in my classes, but I was a very good student. Some of the girls in my class hated me for this. I believe they were jealous of me. I was a good student, but I was lazy, I didn`t like to study. When I was 15 years old, my best friend Alya told me that I could be a much better student. So, she locked me in a room for days, and we prepared for exams. She didn’t release me until I had finished with all my studies at night in the school. This way I finished school and began working as a photographer. I also studied Russian literature.

In 2015 I moved to the USA.