Ballet. Bayaderka. Zakharova. Poem by Liza Sud

Ballet. Bayaderka. Zakharova.
The soul. Russia. The Arkhetype.
On tiptoes the soul of Ulanova
Raises to Eternity. Flies.

Our Minkus. He was Russian violin.
The oath is broken. The Law.
The temple has been destroyed, shouting.
Those who were in love go to Eon.

The shadows are moving so sluggishly.
The soul is frozen - ascending.
The world on its knees before Russia -
The heart and the lungs... Hypostasis.

The Souls emerge into smoke,
Connected and all intertwined.
And West Ballet will not destroy it,
It's only in Russia. Be Humble.

Ballet. Bayadere. Nuriev:
How rudely the ground will thrust.
I saw the Heart and the lungs - Russia -
Of Mankind in Body of Christ.