A little bit about Rudik
L. Romankova
All our
family and friends adore ballet so Rudik`s visits to o our home were indeed not just pleasant, but also
very interesting. As I
remember him, he was an extremely modest young men dressed
— as we later discovered — in the best clothes he owned at the
time: a black and white wide-sleeved woollen overcoat. He had beautiful teeth
and enchanting smile that immediately won you over.
My two youngest
children, Liubov and Leonid, became great friends wish Rudik and remained so
all of his life. They met him near the end of his term at
He later
said to me. ‘‘I`ve got
to let
When we met
Rudik again some thirty years later, he said to me ‘‘You
know, young ballet dancer often ask me to come and watch them dance. I`m amazed
now arrogant and self-confident they are.’’ And I thought to
myself, Rudik, you were no different when you were young that age.
Without any
notice, Rudik wound drop in on us whenever he fancied. He once appeared when we
were painting Easter eggs. He didn’t
join in; he just sat there at the table with a pencil in his hand, signing his name
over and over again on a scrap of paper. I took advantage of the opportunity to
ask if he’d mind autographing postcard for my friend Yulya, who was one
of Rudik’s biggest fans. Speaking of Yulya, Rudik came over to our house
one night after performing ‘‘Don Quixote’’ with
Kurgapkina. I told him,
‘‘Rudik, you were brilliant’’. He responded wish some
disparaging remark, so I added, ‘‘And Yulya, too, says that you
were magnificent.’’ At that, he flashed me his charming smile,
threw open his arms and said sarcastically, ‘‘Oh well, if Yulya
says it’s all right, then it must have been.’’ Rudik had a great sense of
humor.
I’d
like to say that his attitude towards me — a woman the same age as his
mother — was incredibly respectful. There’s no other word I can use
to describe it. In fact, in some ways like the respect which
a child has for an adult. Most interesting of all is that when we mat
thirty years later. Nureyev the world-famous dancer was just as deferential
towards me as he’d always been. He obviously was still like the boy that
I knew back in
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from the book " Three years at the
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