Sep 8, 2013
He had been standing in front of the ballet shop for quite a while now, just staring at the pair of black Russian pointe shoes on display. Nikolai sighed, so expensiiiiiiive he thought to himself. Of course his ballet shoes were still fine — if it’s not for a few holes here and there, but still wearable. But he wished for a new pair so that he wouldn’t have to borrow from the school while performing in a recital. And another sigh was let out; where can he get such amount of money too.
