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All the best you do in your life will be done at the end of the day. You obviously don't like the youthful glow of the early light. Traveling in the morning does not appeal to you. But the dying sun - old and yellow and ripe - is yours. You don't like heat, you like shine. And so your last dance will be performed on this peak at the end of the day. And in this dance there will be your story about the struggle, about the battles in which you won and those that you lost, about those joys and the confusion that you experienced when faced with personal strength. Your dance will tell of the secrets and wonders that you have accumulated, and your death will sit here and look at you. Just like today, the dying sun will shine on you, but not burn you. A soft, pleasant wind will blow, and the top of the hill will tremble. And when your dance comes to an end, you will look at the sun, look for the last time, because you will never see it again - neither in reality nor in a dream. And then death will point south. Into the immensity.

And when you only have time, Borshchev, to dive into fountains and fight at dances!

I am not destined to become a hostage of other people's passions!

dance.

Tango is a mystery that takes two.

What a shame the artist can leave his film for the ages, a writer at thirty-five is a young writer, and dancers...
Dancer lives one day. One moment even. His art, like cut flowers.

We have to live with the waltz in the shower and spray the tango in his eyes.

when feelings overwhelm you to the extreme. and felt the tears pouring from my eyes... you get it out of your head and just start to dance rhythmically, beautifully, smoothly... and you finally realize that is not you, such a beautiful cry