A little bit about Rudik
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
said to me. ‘‘I`ve got
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.
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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