Saturday, January 22, 2011

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In the last months of 1992, Rudolf Nureyev was rare public appearances. His face gaunt, her eyes feverish, his eyes wide open that do not blink, his uncertain step, all reflected the progress of the disease which was eating. Yet he began to stage La Bayadere , ballet in three acts, Marius Petipa, French Marseilles, the choreography was set a century earlier, in Saint Petersburg. The event was considerable, the Palais Garnier stormed. At the end of the first performance, October 8, he came to greet the public. He received an ovation that would not stop. He died January 6, 1993, hospital of Perpetual Help, in Levallois-Perret, near Paris. The cycle
ground hard this dancer, Tatar born into a family of farmers Soviet Muslim origin, thus ended with the work of Eastern inspiration, beautifully set to music by a Viennese Jew, Leon Minkus (1826 - 1917). Note that the character of Solor in La Bayadere , was played by Nureyev, then a member of the Kirov troupe in 1961. It no longer gave the ballet its entirety, but only the scene of the kingdom of shadows. Dance Solor is a perfect marriage between dance and music, between Petipa and Minkus, which were unaware that their joint work be based at the same time the beginnings of a young prodigy and his farewell to the human community. The fate of Nureyev
contradicts all theories of social and religious backgrounds, all sweeping assertions about the place of individuals in society in relation to their environment. We say that was an exception, which is true, the fact remains: we salute with Nureyev's overwhelming victory over the fate of sociology. Ezio Frigerio
signed the scenery La Bayadere. Closely related to Nureyev, he designed his tomb, a mosaic - a mat placed on the baggage of the eternal wanderer - who replaced some time later, the simple tomb of the dancer, the Russian cemetery of Sainte-Genevieve-des-Bois . He recalled the taste of Rudolf called kilim carpet (s), woven by nomads in Anatolia.
I remember Rudolf Nureyev, his high cheekbones, her laughing eyes, her athletic grace.
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