Maybe the spelling mistake in the title and the wrong year had something to do to make this film one of the most forgotten of cinema history. It told a ballerina story in the highly demanding world of Soviet Russia Classic Ballet. We followed a day in the life of this artist, from her depressing wake up, and first rehearsal session in her gloomy apartment settled in a more gloomy Moscow district, to the sadistic rehearsal in a Bolshoi-like theater. I don't know how this disregarded jewel came to the small suburb movie theater near my home. I remember I saw it in the late 80's or first 90's. My country, El Salvador, was then at the end of a bloody civil war. It was the first soviet film I ever seen.
