Oleg Roy. Writer and dancer (№ 263648)

Tears, of course, shed never. Him Alina was strong, strong as there are only angels or saints. She walked to the altar of art, and knew, knew, knew it - the altar. But so what? The pain, burning the body, it does not matter. All that matters is flight. No it can't be too high. Art itself knows how much to take with each. Again and again she fearlessly walked into the fire and smiled. And again rehearsed - to the point of exhaustion, to nausea, to death.