1967. So much have changed...If you walk down the hall of the Bolshoi ballet company today you will realize how many stories there was. There might hang a picture of Natalia Makarova, waving her fan flirtatiously as the role of Kitri in Don Quixote. Grand Jetes. Never ending pirouettes. Dying Swans. Cinders. Piontes and Tutus. Stories. So much magic that just never stops.. So much mystery that never gets unraveled. These were the days were ballet was really born. The days were people look back unto and still pursue the that magic, the passion of those, and trying to be legend of those days. And people succeeded. Female dancers never even had toe protectors, raw pionte shoes. And yet, everything was still flawless. Nothing was ever anything less than passionate. Those were the days of Mikhail Baryshnikov, flying through the air. Natalia Makarova. Margot Fonteyn. The days were everyday was blood sweat and tears, and every night heart swelling happiness as the whole world applauded. This was the passion.
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