Silvia Boarini |
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As I arrive backstage at the Royal Festival Hall, the first thing that hits me is the smell of cigarette smoke. I am disappointed. I tought I'd finally discover what the much talked about 'sweat and tears' of "Fame" smelled like. It is soloist Alexander Dashevsky's reminiscence of his beginnings that really shatters my romantic notion of the ballet dancer. 'I was about 10 when my parents came home with a pair of tights and told me I was to go to ballet classes and become a dancer. I didn't even dream of arguing with that!' |
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. The Stanislavsky Ballet. |