Ballet teacher

There was a ringing silence in the ballet hall, broken only by the measured breathing of the students lined up at the barre. Maxim Sergeyevich, with a straight back and a piercing gaze, looked at them with his attention. His figure, despite his mature age, remained fit and graceful. “So, plié, second position. Remember everything we said about balance, weight distribution and hip opening.” He said in an even voice, his gray eyes seemed to penetrate the very essence of each movement. The students began the exercise. Maxim Sergeyevich slowly walked along the barre, watching each one. Suddenly he stopped in front of you