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Harry raced back, the ball was not far behind, Harry spun like a top.
- What, Potter ballet recorded? shouted Malfoy.

Ballet is a female world in which men - only the guest of honor.

French ballet kindred spirit racinowski tragedies and gardens of Le nôtre. Here we have the same rhythm, the same etiquette, the same courtly coldness, the same elegant indifference, that the same chastity.

Did Nietzsche not say that he would not believe in a God who can't dance? Me too.

Dance - poetry of feet.

Ballet is a daily, Titanic work to the limit, which later rewarded.

You know, the first time I danced "the Nutcracker". I was young. And I wanted it to be perfect. But I was so scared that I almost couldn't dance. And suddenly... Suddenly the little girl in the wings - ten years, no more - has touched me so. Her eyes shone with expectation of a miracle. And it gave me such confidence and strength that I was able to continue. I dance for the girl. Think for whom you are dancing.

Here I prima. And you don't. I was the best on the course. And you're on the third round came from Shakhtinsk your. Lost... That to me my "sleeping" wanted to dance. He was putting me in. You didn't know? I'm all for a drag. All press conference of these. I lost my virginity from stretch marks. Not from Cyril of trains. I danced Aurora to the prom. Get over it, ol'shanskaya.
- You danced Aurora because your mother paid me. And I took the money. And then went to the roof and jumped. How Beletskaya.

Ballet gives me a complex. More than other arts, or magic, or an insult demanding aesthetic sense. No coincidence that Sergei Eisenstein, in General did not recognize the ballet, called it "shameful circus". Oh, the murderous irony of Sergei Mikhailovich now be found in the ballet a lot of food!

Ladies and gentlemen! I regret to inform you that miss page will not dance today. Not today, not tomorrow. Never. However, we decided to show you "the Red shoes". In this ballet, revealed her talent. This is her ballet, her... here We go. And I... I'm sure she'd approve...

Vicky, poor girl, your public awaits. Sorrow will pass, believe me, life is illusory, and you will dance like nobody else.

I love you, Julian, I love you!
But, ballet more...

Nothing matters - only His Majesty the Ballet. Any obstacle in his way should be ruthlessly annihilated, whether their own weaknesses or someone else's feelings and desires.

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.