#dmitri anastasia

[daveys-sister]

Gleb: Wow, Anya, you look really pretty.

Dmitry: Ya, pretty fucking annoying.

Anya: *decks him*

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Dmitry Snippet

Look idrk I'm bored and i was thinking about dmitry's childhood so yeah

Enjoy

St. Petersburg

1913

The first thing Dmitry stole was a pair of boots. Yes, he had technically stolen other items beforehand, but they had been discarded, left alone in the gutters of the streets, the same as the boy who plucked them from the ground. A holey mitten, a half-used spool of thread, the pin that kept his jacket mostly closed, though his bare chest could still be seen. But he had never stolen anything directly from a person.

It wasn't as though he stole for pleasure, or to cause a ruckus. If anything, Dmitry wanted nothing more than to never need to steal again. He dreamed for a warm, cosy bed with soft sheets and three large meals a day and endless wardrobes full of bright, new clothes.

And a pair of boots.

But that's all it is, the almost ten-year-old thought bitterly. A dream. Winter's icy fingers were curling around the corner as he walked down the Griboyedov Canal, a haunting reminder of the harsh months approaching. For most of the year, Dmitry handled the little food and clothing with stoic patience, but when winter inevitably knocked on his door, it became more of a struggle to simply survive. He was dreading the winter months, especially since his only pair of shoes finally gave their last step after many faithful years. That was how the boy found himself was doing down the streets of Petersburg with the damp cobbles cool under his bare feet.

Light from the nearby houses spilled across the dark road, beckoning Dmitry into the golden warmth. As he looked up at the towering terrance houses with four floors, he wondered what it must be like to have a home. Not a ramshackle, cramped apartment burtdidng with 16 people or the cold, hard floor of the factory. A proper home, with a family.

The wind sighed and Dmitry pulled his jacket tightly around his bare torso. He didn't have enough money to buy a shirt; he was "The property of the factory" and was "nothing more than a foolish child" and therefore he didn't "need men's wages." All because that blasted orphanage had sold him for three rubles. Three! Dmitry spat on the ground. "I'm worth more than three measly rubles. That's less than a bonnet maker's wage! Besides, what do rich factory owners do with three extra rubles?"

The boy lapsed into silence again, kicking a small pebble down the road. He kicked it a little too hard and the pebble went flying through the air, landing with a clatter several feet ahead of him. It was then that Dmitry saw the boots as he watched the pebble sail away. They were tucked into a corner on the doorstep, shining softly in the light of nearby houses. Who would leave such a good pair of boots outside? They could get stolen. Dmitry approached the boots, careful to stay in the shadows. As he squatted by the doorstep, he could see the mud caked on the soles of the shoes. Ah. He picked one up, placing it gingerly by his foot. They were a couple of sizes too big, but he could stuff the toes with scrap fabric while his feet grew into them. The were only a few weeks old, just broken in and still shiny, save for the mud.

Dmitry paused, staring at the window above him. Slowly he raised his eyes over the sill, peeking through the gap in the corner. The family sat seated around the largest dining-table Dmitry had seen, heaped with steaming food in delicate china bowls and plates. There, nestled in between two sisters, was the owner of the boots, a couple of years older than Dmitry. His face was clean, his clothes bright and his eyes shining as he laughed. Dmitry lingered, an ache growing in his chest. What he would give for a home, for love, for a family.

He still remembered when the telegram announcing his father's death arrived. He had his employer read it because he had never dat in a classroom or owned a book of any sort. There were no sympathetic glances, no pitying hands on shoulders. Dmitry hand spent the painstakingly long 11 and a half hours of work with tears streaking his face and no one had even glanced in his direction.

Dmitry tore his gaze from the family and studied the room. They were wealthy, but not hugely. They were middle class, the merchants and the lawyers. They could afford another pair of boots. Dmitry could not.

In one deft movement, Dmitry grabbed the boots and sprinted down the cobbles, leaping over loose rocks and gutters and into the dark night. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and a small smile began to play on his lips. He had a pair of boots.

[eliounora]

season's greetings🎄 (anastasia is a christmas movie right?)

[collageofnudes]

Anastasia Shcheglova (Anastasia Scheglova - Анастасия Щеглова) by Dmitry Borisov

[jomarchswritingjacket]

fact: every single theater production can be improved by lesbians

[midnight-drip]

this is so vlad and dmitry

[eridonna]

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 – 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕 // 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝑪𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒆

When Anya attends the ballet, she wears a pink gown during the initial premiere at Hartford Stage.

When the show moved to Broadway, Linda Cho reworked the costume referencing the Blue Gown from the 1997 animated movie.

This version has a fitted bodice with beading and sequins, off-the-shoulder straps with delicate crystal chains, a flowing skirt, and a long cape. It is paired long, elbow-length white gloves.

𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

[winterstarfall]

do you ever read the anastasia broadway script and just want to die

[izloveshorses]

anya + flinching at loud noises and sudden movements (vs dmitry noticing, adjusting his behavior, and becoming a source of comfort)

[darklinaforever]

I'm really confused about the musical's changes to the Dimitri & Anastasia relationship. Yes, they couldn't keep the Dimitri saves her child aspect. But they could keep the part where he worked at the palace and suggest that he and Anya had known each other as children and mayne liked each other, like an echo of the original movie which suggested that Dimitri probably had a little crush on her when he was small. But no. Instead we get : Oh they saw each other once as a kid at a parade and he greeted her in the crowd and their eyes met leading to a love at first sight that lasted their whole lives... Wtf seriously ? It's rubbish ! Especially since Dimitri lost a lot of his anti-hero substance in the musical. Yes, he's still a scammer but he's much more tender and smooth than his film counterpart ! For what ? Again, transform Anya's personality, I can still understand, to make her more like a Disney princess. But why Dimitri ?! My god... the musical is great to listen to and the character of Gleb fantastic, but they massacred my darling Dimitri. I love Gleb, but facing Dimitri from the original film, there is no match. But against the Dimitri of the musical, yes, Gleb wins. Why every time a villain in love is created, people prefer to invent a bland love interest ?!

[eleancrvances]

just saw the new italian non-replica anastasiaaaaaa so here's some notes, the usual drill, ignore me. when i'll relisten i'll probably write some more thoughts on the new translations

at the end of the prologue the several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the winter palace fall on the nobles (very phantom-y), who are trying to hold the door closed while snowy wind slams it open

the abandoned palace was dark and dusty, closer to what it looks like in the cartoon, and i loved it

at the end of in my dreams the curtain hanging behind anya, dmitry and vlad briefly becomes transparent and we see the ghosts of the romanovs

one stanza of once upon a december is sung by young anastasia, as the older one is surrounded by the ghosts

her father is the last one to disappear, after kissing her on the forehead she almost chases him offstage

the effects for the train were lovely, they had the lights and smoke of the locomotive, and then a velarium styled like train car windows the characters could look out of came down. very very effective

while anya sings journey to the past, dmitry and vlad are seen through a velarium behind her, bickering until vlad looks actually hurt and looks down, a little sad. when she reaches the "family" part, dmitry gives him a little hug to cheer him up, and vlad gives him something to drink :')

when she repeats the verse and mentions "love", her and dmitry are both kneeling, on opposite sides of the velarium, and they turn towards each other, though not really seeing one another :')

in a crowd of thousands is sang while anya is getting dressed for the theater behind a screen, leaning out to deliver her parts, and dmitry is waiting for her. so when she realises she remembered seeing him she walks out in the blue dress, and that's when he drops to his knees

they removed most of the swan lake waltz from quartet at the ballet and i'm not super sure i liked that, but it does sound more haunting, ending with the once upon a december melody as the ballerina fouettes in the background

the whole romanov family slowly walked in when anya played the music box for her grandmother, and when she finally called out "anastasia", it was little anya who ran to hug her :')

they cut everything to win :((((

and the press conference :(

anya doesn't step on the suitcase to kiss dmitry at the end, he's still holding it and then drops it loudly when their lips collide. super cute

(separate and numerous gleb notes incoming because they really made him extremely unwell and unhinged. also brian boccuni has a wonderful voice)

gleb meets anya for the first time at the police station! their earlier meeting in the street is cut, as is the bit about her eyes. he turns, sees her for the first time and immediately goes deer in the headlights, and it's definitely meant to be read as him being immediately conflicted: both starstruck AND beginning to confusedly recognise her

when speaking about his father's death, he starts to properly cry (and calls him "papà", so "dad", a little more affectionate than "father"). then, at the mention of the tsar, he smashes a teacup to the ground (which made the little boy next to me jump in fear)

still is staged. well. with him taking his shirt off and whipping himself. very hellfire of him

at the beginning of neva flows reprise anya tries to run past him, so he throws her to the ground, grabs her and delivers the first verses right in her face. he comes veeery close to kissing her

and then, after "i think you are anastasia", he points the gun to his head. anya screams "no" and jumps to stop him. slowly, she makes him lower it, takes it from him and leaves it on the ground

she's the one who says "good luck, comrade" before leaving to get dmitry, leaving him to turn towards the door behind which the journalists are chanting anastasia's name

[thecircularlibrary]

hear me out—i love enemies to lovers for sure. like i have NOO issue with it at all. but i see soooo many people overlook great couples and love stories for the other option JUST BECAUSE the other option is enemies to lovers. like if i see one more riara shipper anywhere i’ll cry. the story of anastasia is beautiful and musical fans overlook it bc they want gleb to end up with anya. people still ship averygrayson even though both avery and grayson have found their own perfect matches. its just si disappointing to see so many love stories regress down to whether or not the guy is broody or whether or not they hated each other first. again NOT THAT I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH EITHER OF THOSE THINGS. me personally, cardan and jude are one of my favorite ships on this planet. i’m just over it honestly. get it off my feed PLS.

[clairedelune-13]

Hot Take: The Disney princes are not the only icons. The non-Disney ones are GOAT.

[collageofnudes]

Anastasia Shcheglova (Anastasia Scheglova - Анастасия Щеглова) by Dmitry Borisov

part 1 / 3 (part 2 , part 3)

[jomarchswritingjacket]

reminder that these four exist around the same time and would totally live it up together

[meri-l]

spoilers! spoilers! spoilers!

Big spoilers on Major Grom: The Game

Artwork by Anastasia Phobs Kim for the movie Major Grom: The Game

MGPD: Seryozha thinks he's talking to Oleg

MGTG: Oleg thinks he's talking to Seryozha