Review by ferrocianurodepotasio

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.