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An encounter with the Bolshoi Ballet

I, like many who have read my articles may gather I am a great fan of opera but in all honesty, I can not pretend to be a devotee of equality of dance, however, this should not be interpreted as not have the joy of it. Maybe it's because my tastes lean more to the passion of singers and drama in opera instead of the grace of the ballet dancer. What ever the reason that pretend to be a bigger fan then opera fan ballet, but in truth I am a lover of ballet but have not become one until, in Santiago de Chile met members of the Bolshoi Ballet. This was a moment that never forget what made me see all the grace of ballet however before this encounter with the Bolshoi in Moscow had seen action and maybe there introduced me to the ballet. My decision to visit the Soviet Union was during the fall of 1988. It was the era of perestroika, Mikhail Gorbachev and glasnosts, the new leader of the Union Soviet, many Americans had taken a liking to those who might see a certain honesty in it. For my part I can not pretend that my desire to visit the Soviet Union were influenced in any way by Gorbachev as the true reason for my trip was based on my desire to travel the world in search of all cities and places I had read in my extensive readings of history. Of course, this also was a time in my life when I was entertaining dreams of becoming a professional photographer and I had in mind to take pictures of Leningrad (formerly Petrograd, now St. Petersburg) and Moscow. These cities seem ideal for this purpose, both the architecture that was so different from New York and a sense of history would be enormous. After all these were two cities that had almost in the middle of the Second World War and the Russian Revolution of 1917. The first of which overthrew Nicholas II, while the second in October (although the Orthodox calendar Russian marks this day as if it had been in November) put the Bolsheviks in power. I had wanted to visit the Soviet Union before, but the matter was not been as easy as I wanted. First of all, because the Soviet Union was a closed society, he needed a visa, this was not a drawback, as already had visited many communist countries like Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Poland, the GDR, and Yugoslavia. These countries also require me as an American to have a visa. I can even add how there was a time in 1987 in which I as an American you had to have a visa to enter France instead of being given one automatically at admission as in the case of most European countries. The Soviet Union, however, was different, even from other communist countries, only required to go to your embassy or consulate, of course with my passport, two photographs and money to pay the visa. The Soviet Union is only required that I have the already mentioned, but a prepaid hotel where I stay, which basically meant he would have to book a hotel in the cities who wanted to go to New York before leaving or go to what is commonly known as "Guided Tour". I do not so much for my own choice, took the second option to continue the tour, though in truth I would rather go alone. It was with the intention of spending Christmas and New Year in the Soviet Union in early November which booked myself on a tour including Moscow, Kiev and Leningrad, in that order. It was during his visit to the cities in the Soviet Union I have seen many things, some of them even strangers or at least in my opinion for a communist country (which I visited several), for example, in the Soviet Union had shops that accept only hard currency (this means any currency that could be converted outside their country of origin) and is off limits to Soviet citizens. Yes, passports were checked upon entering the store. Not that stores like this did not exist in Poland and other communist countries he had visited, but contrary to the Soviet Union in the countries anyone can buy what they want, provided they had the right kind of currency in the Soviet Union was a case of the Soviets were not even allowed to enter the shops, much less shopping of any kind. Naturally, as it had stores that only foreigners like me could get in, also had stores in the that foreigners were banned from the Soviets, as could only come again and again checked passports or documents. I even remember that one time, someone I met asked me to buy something in store for foreigners. The Soviet Union also had other factors that made it different from any country Communists who had already visited once more, for example, only hotel guests were allowed to enter as a control was established at the entrance where he was required to show one card from the hotel. However, this does not present a major problem for me or for many Soviets (I refer to them as such since I can not in all honesty claim to have known he was Russian or one of the many republics that formed the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics), which won for despite the hotel not a hotel guest. When the card needed to enter the hotel was not a problem that I was obliged to pay in hard currency was all but more than a little annoyed as the prices of this fact would have been higher if it is allowed to buy drinks or other such subtleties in the rubble, which could get much more on the black market. However, this would not be as hotels wanted currencies not just the cost of the room, but even as you buy in them, and that in contrast to hotels in Poland were one necessary to pay the room in hard currency. In Moscow, I stayed at a hotel called "Cosmos" I should add that was the most exclusive in time, although in truth its standards were lower after I had known in the west. I arrived at the hotel December 24 and on my second days in Moscow, after spending the first two tours, I had what I would call my first experience the Soviet Union. Two young men, who must have been my age at the time (that I'm 21) called the hotel room he shared with one member of my tour group. He was accompanied by another member of my tour that these two young men came asking if my roommate and I wanted to barter trade. Al Initially, neither my roommate nor I knew what these two men had in mind and be in a country that knew it was not democracy, my roommate America, whose full name escapes me were a bit apprehensive. He was one of those two young men asked if we had jeans or whatever not care to trade U.S. products such as cigarettes or basically anything. For my part, I felt I had nothing to be worth your time and all I had it was my camera (which I was not prepared to trade anything), a couple packs of cigarettes (which I am a smoker at the time), the clothes they had with me (which included a pair of gray jeans that frankly I'm embarrassed to even slightly are even given the condition they were in) and my cassettes that included some pop. Before long these two men and everyone in my group of tourists who had come to pick up a bargain for the room he shares with a teacher History of Phoenix to become a national or international black market. Blue jeans were exchanged by Russian fur hats (caviar that this is a French word, as the Russian word is "ikra") and other Russian delicacies. It was inspired by the way in which these two Russians, or so I think that apparently willing to take almost any and all we had I decided to show them the old gray pants that he bought over a year in London. To my great shock about them agreed to take a black fur cap though, as they were old who asked me to throw something else I have done in the form of a pack of Marlboros, which they accepted, but nevertheless, my guilt in old jeans, forced me to add a recording of the British band known as "Led Zeppelin". During these operations; I realized how people from two different countries and ways of life could negotiate and do business and, although the English spoken by these two gentlemen was not exactly perfectly understandable, which makes me think that even in a communist system, it was always possible to find employers. I even remember how one of the members of my group wanted get something for Jimmy Hendrix tape only to discover that none of these two men (who had brought so many things with them, as to believe that there shop around with them) had no idea who he was. Naturally, explained that Jimmy Hendrix was a guitarist and had the tape but do not remember what she gave. Of course it is understood that these young people are not getting these things for themselves but to sell to others. One thing I keep my roommate at the time is curious that led him to ask if they were staying at the hotel to be told one of these two young men who were not. That was when I asked how he managed to enter the hotel, they told me that the hotel guests, which showed only one card is allowed into the hotel was then they told us that because his English was not bad and in fact it was and dressed like westerns that could enter and obviously they had. Later I met two other young men in the hotel also were trying to do what they could from the business and was really learned a lot about how people in the Soviet Union not only felt for the Americans but of many things. It might seem strange to some since I do not remember the names of these two young, or even what it seemed, but I remember almost everything that happened between the three of us. First I went with them to Red Square instead of going with my group, after all, if I wanted to associate with others Americans, one can imagine where I would have stayed. There are many things I had seen through my travels to many countries, from the Colosseum in Rome (now one of the seven wonders of the world again) to the Eiffel Tower, but neither of these two monuments or other I had seen, in the case could exceed the grandeur of the Plaza Red. The place, as I observed on that day frozen in December seemed so overwhelming that, honestly, at a loss for words. This was not the Kremlin or any of the buildings that surround it, as that was hailed as the largest toy store in the world, or even the Cathedral of St. Basle were so great but the composition created by all that was Red Square had a strong initial impact on me I will never forget. It was fascinating to see this place and all its features that a moment it seemed to be in a town above the clouds. The decorations on the buildings so that it almost seems unreal. I, of course, having recovered some of my astonishment took my trusty Minolta near to photograph this place and all it includes, which in all honesty, even looked like a small town instead of a large monument. It was in the process of photographing this place I started with a wide-angle lens to capture everything in one take and then moved to a close for the Cathedral San Basilio, the beauty of that in my opinion is the most underrated. Needless to say, the camera captures all the points of interest in Red Square, but none has fascinated me much like St. Basil, which to me was the typical Russian cathedral. Of course, all that is a red box could not ignore the presence of the mausoleum dedicated to Lenin, who was visited by thousands of people taking the cold and heat to see the body of a dead man. As for me personally I had neither the time nor the inclination to be on a line, albeit short and the foreigners (compared to the other for citizens of the USSR) to see a man in what I think was an act of idolatry. No Small wonder, then the Soviet Union having gone through a long process of change had removed the remains of Joseph Stalin of Lenin's presence, not that this made no difference for me at the time or even now, for that matter. After her performance as my personal guide who took me to a small neighborhood restaurant in Moscow, as a kind of Bistro (French word that has its roots in a Russian word meaning quick) where we had some sausages and tea. It was there in comparison the hotel that I discovered how cheap life can be in Moscow for someone who had U.S. dollars or any other Western currency to the point I wanted treat my tour guides to what had taken only to discover it was them who wanted to do the same for me. At first not sure what say and asked if I could pay at least for me, but was told it would be a good idea not to offend by refusing the invitation. This was done in agreement. It was during our time together we have discovered many things about other countries, for example, found that New York was not the dangerous place to live as they had been carrying to believe in American television and its own means of communication while also not excluded to find discover interesting things. First of all that Soviet at least people are not as anti-American as I had thought it would be and what really surprised me was that despite his popularity in the United States, especially after his last trip that had taken place some weeks earlier, Gorbachev was not really liked in the Soviet Union for the average citizen, especially the that were not in the game. This at first seemed hard to believe that during his last trip to America (which had taken place on 8 December) people had, literally took to the streets by the thousands, despite the cold just to see a little of it, in scenes reminiscent of Beatlemania at its height. I, for my account had gone to where he knew that his car is passed in the hope of obtaining a photograph. However, mine has done more for wanting to be a photographer then worship, this is partly motivated by the apparent success of the same year in London, when the birthday of Queen Elizabeth on June 10 I managed to get a great shot head shot as he came down "The Mall" in his open car. Gorbachev was however an entirely different matter as he was led into a closed limousine, making it impossible for me to be able to get any other type of photography, one of their cars. Even recalled hearing the news, how to him while being driven through Broadway, was taken from his car (much to my regret for not being there to capture the historic moment of this film) in one day of extreme cold to shake hands with some of the thousands who lined the streets just to look at him. This naturally caused joy to many, while the dread of his security guards who was more surprised than those who were shaking hands with Gorbachev. There was a case that Gorbachev had not informed to their security than they would in advance and because of this many safety cars have led in only to discover after a few seconds the car had Gorbachev Gorbachev arrested and was now in a crowd shaking hands with everyone who ran towards him. As expected their safety had to turn back themselves to reach it in fear that something might happen that, of course not, but I can imagine the anxiety that might have been happening at that time. Among these people there were also some of the protesters Soviet republics such as Armenia, who even stated that he felt for the first time was a man that was at least willing to hear what he had to say. After hearing that Gorbachev mostly did not like I asked him what was that Most people did not like this question and I found an answer I did not really understand at the time was that most people did not like Gorbachev simply because their level of personal life was much higher than their own. It was not for political or ideological reasons or something, but the luxury that had surrounded in was mentioned that flew around the world and could not, how he had a few layers of skin, an American Express credit card (which I imagine most as advertising), expensive clothes, while they did not. At that moment I saw nothing strange or unusual in this as in most Latin Americans live and as our president (Ronald Reagan at the time), and if some did not like was definitely not for that reason. There may have been other reasons such as the scandal "Iran-Contra affair, but it was something else, but not because more money was made this was and still is the case in most countries. However, this was a case of what many people had come to accept in most countries no matter what their leaders were in a better financial situation then were as long as its own level acceptable to them. Yet here in the village of the Soviet Union did not even want to know that their leaders had more about them or even if he was the leader. This was perhaps explaining why Soviet citizens were not allowed to enter shops, restaurants or hotels, and that would be exposed to what they could not afford anyway and perhaps its financial system of equality was not working all that well. Not my own made no comment I had heard about, preferring to say nothing because I did not understand the mentality behind the words and instead of entering a dispute with those who had treated me this humble but pleasant lunch I asked what they thought of American films. This told me they had seen some, but several were banned, as was been the case with "Red Heat" staring Arnold Schwarzenegger because of a scene in which the character played by Arnold (Soviet policeman) Trade and clock $ 10 for a $ 1,000 U.S. a policeman, played by Jim Belushi. I was curious how these two young people did not even know about this scene, if I had not seen the movie, but it did not ask. It was after a meal (which was no worse than what I was in the hotel) In friendly neighborhood that I took a chance and went to the house of one of these two young men to get what they promised me it was a Soviet military winter coat and a jersey national soccer team. I if not much of anything offered for trade dollars that did not refuse but would have to go back to my hotel for as I did not have it in me. It was when I went back to the hotel I went to the Moscow metro for the first time and was surprised by the frequency of the trains arrived and how deep it was, a factor that I knew had not been undesirable during World War II because of the bombing of this city had submitted to the German air force. Returning to the hotel, we paid the money promised, plus a package of "Lifeguard" in a gesture of them after they had to pay for sausage and tea. Once completed, the business of barter trade with the time is not far from a one night I decided to shower and get ready for a night at the ballet. The Bolshoi would be like if it could be anyone else in Moscow, of course, at the Bolshoi (this word has great significance in Russian) Theater. With this in mind, I wear the suit, the only one who had brought me, a Nice Cardin (it remains fashionable at the time) on top of that I put my coat on newly acquired military courtesy the Soviet Union, however, was our guide's advice I decided to use another. He told me we were in a country were civilians, especially the Foreigners were not allowed to use the Soviet military uniform, which means it would be wise if I had to put on another layer I did. The Bolshoi, I must say it was incredible, not so much the large theater was granted, but not really impressive, or at least not as much as the performance given by this wonderful group of dancers both my father and my grandfather always told me so. Tchaikovsky "The Nutcracker" was what my group and I were privileged enough to see at night and although I was already familiar with the wonderful music was not so much the dancing that went with it and as I looked, it seemed that this was the most radiant of all the arts show in their visual appearance. After the ballet, I was back at Cosmos Hotel for a night cap that I took at the bar, accompanied by photos of vodka of caviar in the U.S. was so expensive, but in the Soviet Union was cheaper, literally, then peanuts. The hotel has several bars, and was in each, which were women, some I could imagine were there for the exchange of other memories then just for money, while others were in groups for of any Westerner to buy a drink. By "they" I mean all of them because they came in groups, although this does not interest me other then just to see that women in the Soviet Union had what I would call up too much, although most of them are much more attractive then the average American woman. The next day, came to Kiev and beyond was in an Aeroflot plane. It was something I will never forget, being on the track and stayed in my seat during the long wait is required before takeoff, when suddenly he was awakened by the feeling of my ears get blocked by pressure. I remember slightly annoying, thinking they had probably spent all that time on the ground and only then was that the plane will take off when the reality was that he was about to land. So soft takeoff and the flight was that not only awake, I had not even realized or could have been the fact that my cold made me very drowsy along with my lack of sleep the night before. Kiev was a city interesting, although perhaps not as much as Moscow, but on this particular visit, all I remember is being away from my hotel, I always that you ask for rest and asking a Soviet police if he could find a taxi to my surprise it did. That is one carrying several passengers, a sort of makeshift transport as I had known in countries like Argentina and Peru. As for the police, told me in broken English what was in Armenia, a place who had suffered from an earthquake in the previous month, which made me tell him what had actually donated $ 20 to a relief organization. I do not know if this man really understood me, but when saying goodbye in thanks for finding my this transport I gave one of my packages of cigarettes, that made me a small knife (not even open) in the form of a fish and said the word "remember" and left. With Kiev smaller than both Leningrad and Moscow, our stay was planned to last just one night after they depart from Leningrad. I can not really tell what it was for me the night that I was going to be Kiev made me do what he did. Since this for what could be classified as extremely drunk. Vodka and I eat plenty of it, perhaps to show that Italian-Americans like their Soviet counterparts could also hold his liquor, but I never did get sauces. In this elbow bent me seem to remember a Soviet who also sit on the same thing I did after we began to talk to address that was more stupid? I was saying Americans (I refer to my tour group), as he did in the case of the Russians, and only to resolve the issue by declaring a tie between Americans and Russians as to who were the most Dippy. On this night coming down with a certain degree of perhaps more than the joy of my fellow Soviet and also entertained us them breaking the glasses of vodka on the floor, which only managed to draw the attention of some police. The police however, the militia is called upon in the Union Soviet and two of them did approach us and when I could not understand what they were saying one of them, I called the guard with a punch in the stomach. That by all accounts should have killed the wind out of me. This would probably have been the effect in other circumstances, but on that day after half a bottle of vodka, I felt the blow that showed on his face like that even doubling of pain. This my reaction that almost sent the police into this clash as evidenced by his face before she tried to attack him with my camera, after all he was much bigger than me, which is only 5'6 ". Fortunately, nothing the incident happened as the receptionist informed the police that I was a guest at the hotel and not a vendor (and figuratively) who had entered the trade dollars, which of course was illegal at the time. Leningrad and the last stop of our trip before our return Soviet states. Leningrad, I must say that was more interesting, at least from my point of view, then Moscow. The city itself was different, after all this had been the nation's capital during the Revolutions, however, that was the past, even then, as now the Winter Palace was the Hermitage. With the Hermitage is one of the largest museums in the world could not afford spend an entire afternoon of the three that there had, but we really would need more time to fully appreciate the whole museum. In Leningrad, I was fortunate to have a hotel room that unlike the Moscow and Kiev did not have to share with any member of my group. This factor will be advantageous as I would like going to meet two very pretty young ladies in Kiev by Victoria Ibanchenko names and Svetlana. It was with these two friends would spend three very sensual afternoons (two with Victoria, one with Svetlana), by which I would draw the inspiration for "Svetlana Ibanchenko. Svetlana Russian soprano Ibanchenko be a fiction in my book Opera Society of New York. "There was something so romantic and beautiful in both their dreams and ambitions that came over me as I was creating this small, but important character in my first book. The tragedy would also fill my time in Saint Petersburg and it was there that I learned that a U.S. plane (Pan Am) had been the victim of a bomb along with all passengers while flying over Scotland. At that time there was very little to me, but grateful that it was I who had been on the flight and continue the good time he was having, which is precisely what I did. The last night in Leningrad as I would go to night I was following, he will stay with me forever. My group and I went to see the Kirov Ballet and what an experience it was. The Kirov was no less great then the Bolshoi, though different. My father told me when I asked him the difference was that the Kirov was more artistic, while the Bolshoi was more dynamic and this could see as I witnessed execution of works by Tchaikovsky, this time, "Swan Lake" and what a show. They seemed to float in the air, almost as if he could fly and had an energy about them that allow them to do whatever I wanted with her body so gracefully that it was almost like seeing angels. Regarding my last two nights, including two Victoria spent and who knows what would have happened to our relationship if it were not for the "iron curtain" which made it almost impossible for her to come to live with me in America. Naturally, I tried to send an invitation, but even this was difficult given the closed system of his country at the time and although I had no problems with the money when it came to Victoria about the possibility of inviting States remains the issue was more complicated then never have thought possible. It's hard for me to say what would have happened this time Victoria and I would have come to marry and have children, but then my life would have been otherwise, but also interesting. For my part, I Ibanchenko Kiev Victoria all the best in what she decided to do with his life. On my return to New York, of course, devoted much of my time and money trying to bring Victoria to America, which in retrospect I can say I was in love with and although my attempts ended in failure, I honestly say I did everything possible for her to be with me in America. Once in New York, I also have been inspired by the The Union Soviet still in me, went to see the world famous "Mosayeb" (folk dance company of Russia), which just happened to perform in the "Radio City". This also as the Bolshoi and Kirov, was a performance that left me spellbound, as it combines the grace and music in a way that also expressed much but perhaps a more modern way, which was no less impressive. As a strange coincidence, I say to you that night I met the man who had was our guide in the Soviet Union. Indeed, such was my desire to come to America Victoria and interest in what he saw in the Soviet Union even started taking private lessons from Russia, which come in many years, very useful later in 1992 in Chile. A country that had never imagined it would be necessary who speaks Russian. It was here in Santiago, one day after taking photographs of one of the newspapers that was in contact with the saw a poster announcing a forthcoming performance by the Bolshoi. By then I was working as a freelance photographer and was not really thinking of seeing the Bolshoi, believing it would be expensive, but I was glad seeing that they were in town. This will be something that almost glad it had been a time in Chile, not long before the reign of Pinochet in which banned the Bolshoi and all other things in the Soviet Union. Was the same day after seeing the poster that went into a shoe store where he was a partner, a woman whose gave thin body must have been a dancer with a man who had what I would classify as athletics, but not muscle. Quite frankly I was struck until I heard you speak Russian and was at that moment that my mind put two and two together. The Bolshoi were in town, this woman was very thin and spoke Russian so it was at that time when I decided to introduce myself, what I did with the Russian he had learned in Poland as well as my tuition. I managed to get their names, his Semizorowa is Nina (who later would learn was one of the biggest stars of the Bolshoi and its main attraction on this tour in particular) and its being one that I forgotten even though he was the husband of Nina. Of course, my being a photographer did when I had my camera that I used to get a snapshot of the two. Am I being ignorant about the ballet at the time did not realize that she was a star of the Bolshoi and it was not his humble personality that gave him away, either as she and her husband were among the most modest people I had met. This, despite, or perhaps because both were stars of the Bolshoi, possibly the best company ballet in the world, where only the best are allowed. The Bolshoi ballet to be what the NBA is basketball or Serie A football is basically a collection of the best talents worldwide. As a side note I might add that an English actress named Joyce Frankenberg (later known as Jane Seymour or "Doctor Quinn "in the television series of the same name) was once accepted into the Bolshoi in which because of the injury was only able to give a performance as principal dancer. Having chatted with Nina and her husband Semizorowa I quickly got the photo developed and took over the hotel where I knew they were staying and it was there where I meet the remaining members of the Bolshoi, who had made the trip to Chile. There was something in them that I must confess that was among the most interesting not only for see dance, but to talk and as I told them about one of its directors invited me to the next day to see not only practice but to take pictures. Is that after day I became a fan of ballet, perhaps it was to know and be able to ask questions along to see the dedication they put in what they have done that made me appreciate the ballet of all else. I took many pictures that end up in a couple of newspapers in Chile but in truth I do not remember but that what stuck in my mind was I made friendship with members of the Bolshoi Ballet, especially with a young dancer with twenty years of age by the name of Anna Petrova. It was through one of the members of its environment that asked if I wanted to take his photograph and mail it to her that I naturally agreed. Anna was a shy young girl from Leningrad, who speaks English well enough to at least hold a conversation that is what he did and what was a delight that I not only took photographs (using a Movie function across it), but to know it. She is one that could not have passed the mark of 5 feet long and weight which could not have been much more 100 pounds, but in this body held the power of who can perform amazing grace movements such as ballet requires. In regard to our conversations, at least during our first meeting, but mostly centered around ballet with her asking me many questions ranging from what he felt was the difference between the Bolshoi and the Kirov with me said it was difficult to put into words but it was then that I wanted to test the theory of my father, who admitted the existence of a truth in me Anna also asked what they think of the Mosayeb who claimed to be good, but not as good as it had been 20 years earlier. Many things were said between Anna and me that day in a conversation that I found most fascinating but the answer he gave me that was remarkable in my mind the most was when I asked what he thought of American Ballet. My question was who gave his answer and never forget that quote as "American, British and French ballet are very strong and good, but we are the best." A statement that would be difficult to refute my return calls "as is" dream team "in basketball." My comment was made as it was the year that Jordan, Bird, Magic Johnson, Carl Malone and many others showed his incredible talent at the Olympics in Barcelona as the team now legendary "dream." On that day in the auditorium, which had been designated to the Bolshoi, I also talk to other members of the Bolshoi, one of them being a friend of Anna, who told me he had received several offers from American ballet companies more money, but afraid to take the step because he had heard perhaps rightly or wrongly, many companies American ballet went bankrupt. However, he was considering the offer he made the Geoffrey Ballet but was not sure yet. Other things that this dancer ballet that included young man told me do not really have as much to their diet as some of the dancers and that he felt there were some dancers in the Bolshoi, who had not done much for his dancing skills, but their connections in the party. I, of course, could not say anything about that comment, I do not know anything about but I surprised in his commentary, not so much what he had said, but had everything that I could imagine that there was a time not that long before one could have been a serious challenge to say the least. The day had been great, but the night would not unless I went to see the Bolshoi Ballet in action scenes in many ballets, including "Swan Lake", "Sleeping Beauty" and "The Nutcracker" by Tchaikovsky, along with others such as "Giselle" by Adams. I remember in particular the latter, as was shown my new friend (who unfortunately I lost contact with) Anna Petrova in the lead role and what results it gave. In saying this, however, I must confess that being a connoisseur of the ballet, as I am other things like football or singing or acting, which makes it difficult for me to give a impartial in its actions that night, but in my eyes was wonderful in his role. He danced like a bubble bath, even bouncing on stage, but in the air and delighted all present, one of them is the president of Chile at the time, Patricio Aylwin. For me not only Anna, but all members of the Bolshoi did not dance as if they were dancing to the music played for them, but as if their dance was the creation of music, as is coordination between music and movement it seemed that they were one in it. As if it were an image being created by the music and how it is that the big night, I got to see something that will last me until the end of my days and everyone, not just for the spectacle I witnessed, but the bond of friendship that had been created. The next day I went to the Holiday Inn to dismiss members of the Bolshoi and especially my friend Anna Petrova, who had agreed to meet at a certain time only to discover that she and other members the Bolshoi had not returned from a lengthy interview that they were giving to the Chilean press, which lasted over two hours. However, I do not mind waiting, as it was when I was doing that I met a man from Chile, which had been one of those responsible for bringing the Bolshoi to Chile. We, as one might expect that talked about The Bolshoi (in Spanish) and the way they had been allowed to come to Chile, now that Pinochet was no longer president. Freedom of expression, however, has never completely as government, influenced by the Catholic Church had banned the British heavy metal group "Iron Maiden" of playing in Santiago in 1992 Tour of America South. Once my friend Anna returned to the hotel our time was limited to say goodbye given its late arrival (which he apologized for) and the fact that she and the rest of Bolshoi had little time to get to your flight time. Anna and I went for a walk around the hotel that must have lasted about 15 minutes that do not talk about ballet, but our lives and tastes in music, his claim to Elvis Presley, apart from Tchaikovsky and say Iron Maiden be found, apart from opera and classical music. Unfortunately time was not on our side as it would have liked to take her to a nice place for lunch because, not so much because of my physical attraction to her, but my desire to enjoy his company, however this would not be what we had to limit ourselves to the exchange of addresses to send their photos I had taken from her. For my part, I bought a flower from a street vendor as a sign of the short time we spent together but friendly. He would go on despite sending his photographs in all honesty, I'm not sure that she never received as I have no answer for it, but it does not matter as much as I was really pleased, not just meeting with me Bolshoi, but with Anna Petrova. About the Author

My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. As for the details regarding my life I would say that there is nothing that lifts them above the ordinary. I was born in New York City in 1967 on May 21st and am presently living in Warsaw, Poland where I wrote my first book “New York’s Opera Society” now Available on Amazon.

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