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BUDAPEST FEBRUARY 1912

Please hurry. Go, go, go!

Please list the suite Knight.

Thank you. What a place so disgusting!

Hey! Move that damn horse from me!

Germs God knows you have!

Thank you.

- Here. Thanks.

Have a strong back.

Could be a dancer.

- How old are you? - Twelve, sir.

Too old.

Thank you.

Vassili...

Vassili!

- How are you, Sergei? - I smell a new script.

Yes, I finished it yesterday.

- How are you? - Asleep.

Let it rest.

Seeds.

Ah... Well... In that case...

Who you attended?

Vassili.

How are you?

Be able to dance tomorrow.

Okay.

A gift.

Then things went well in Paris.

A spring season at the Opera...

a summer season at the Chatelet...

and my greatest triumph:

Covent Garden, next spring.

Did you go to England too?

- Right. - By boat?

Was for the company. Was a matter of sink or swim.

So I decided to search for "channel" in the dictionary...

and says "channel..."

bed sunk in the running or you can run a body of water."

This clearly indicates that the English Channel is not the sea.

And as the warning specifies that my death will occur in the sea...

- Scary. - I also got scared.

Of course I was terrified. I spent the whole trip dizzy.

But I am here, safe and sound.

And I got it. Imagine:

Two Dutch and one Turkish lady with a mustache...

agreed to finance the entire season.

I will not lie. Women are very useful.

- Are not you going to open the gift? - What is it?

Open it.

Needless to say that is not a sapphire ring.

That would get with your fans.

Is a faun.

Sun tans this creature half man, half beast...

too young to have experienced sex...

but is very close.

Scares me.

Why?

If I know anything of Greek Kiev...

they are so Greeks as people of Novgorod.

You let me the ladies and girls.

Meanwhile, you'll have to Paris at your feet. I know.

Still not you trust me?

Only a fool would trust you, Sergei.

'But I trust you. - Clever.

Athens... Imagine.

So many things I am eager to teach .

The National Museum, the Acropolis...

- -Ruins... not so much culture, please.

's My vacation.

I just want to sleep a lot, eat like a pig ...

and wander among the crowds.

Looking for looking guys.

That's you. Not.

're Right.

I'm glad you're back.

Really?

Now germs passed. I swear.

Well...

Well...

Common sense should prevail.

You must sleep well tonight, is not it?

If you say so.

Goodnight, Vaslav.

Good night, old monster.

Tamara!

I can not believe it.

You awake at this hour!

It's unheard of!

Tamara Karsavina, if you accepted...

travel thousands of miles from St. Petersburg...

only to come and help with 14 presentations...

the least I can do is up early.

How touching.

What dance tonight?

Tonight We Dance Spectrum for Vaslav...

And Firebird for you.

Alto!

Sorry, I could not get before.

Tamara Karsavina...

you think a big star now, huh?

So great did not have to be on time to class.

To me, you're still the same girl with long nose...

and big ass.

Do not start here. Working here. It works!

Now, go to the bar. Go, go, go!

Go!

- I missed you. - Silence.

Now we battement frapp� one.

One .. two.

Diaghilev Lord!

Master.

Now I do it 16 times.

And one... two...

Straighten your knees!

Straighten!

Highest arm.

Best.

Hand...

- This one? - Too.

YES!

Really Nijinsky see tonight?

I hope so.

Mom would kill me not to go with you.

Well... we're ready?

Oh, mother, if you knew...

're destroying my soul.

Well...

'll have to learn to live without it.

Girls dinner at 6:30...

do homework and go to bed at 9.

Ay, Romola... Hurry.

Is disrespectful with theater artists...

- late. - I'm coming, mother.

Goodnight.

Nine. Nine o'clock. Remember.

Romola, please hurry . We will.

Why should take seriously, dear?

Last winter, after the art exhibit...

you were going to be a great sculptor.

Before that, if the chronology serves me...

was a poet, songwriter and... oh yes...

when we saw this artist in Paris...

Mother, please. Do not mock me.

It's not too late to make it dancer.

I know I can do it.

I have taken many ballet classes...

and if I try... Mother?

Could not you invite to dinner Mr. Diaghilev?

'm Sure he will I'm serious.

I do not think I see at all, honey.

Talking to you as successful actress...

...I can assure

is not top starting a serious career...

But from below.

Where?

Here and there.

Always missing pieces.

Is a scandal, Vaslav, dear.

Are the girls locker room. I'm sure.

The door then sold as souvenirs of the great Nijinsky.

If I get my hands on one of them .

Be still...

or I'll punch.

Light the lamp, please.

Softer.

Okay.

Attendance was better than last night.

There is nothing to fear.

You call creditors?

Yes, and tried to add an extra two benefits...

without changing the contract.

'll Have to put an end to that.

The account of chandeliers Vienna came again.

- Did not we already pay? - Apparently not.

How much?

- 30000 frames. - Holy God.

Gabriel...

Gabriel, you know who is the world's most expensive lover?

Mathilde Kschessinskaya, I would say.

Is a nice try, my friend...

but no.

The world's most expensive art lover is .

Lord Diaghilev.

The Ballets Russes is a money machine eater.

Come rubles same pounds, lire or francs.

Well, wait.

When I lie sleepless in my bed at night...

all I think is: "money, money".

Why is it, huh?

If beauty and money come together...

Not so.

Well, I think you better go back to the locker.

I have to talk administrator.

Yeah?

Ah, well... if you do not see it in 10 minutes...

could try to tell? Thanks.

Ah... Misha!

Not come to complain...

but as a choreographer of this company...

is right and I consider myself well...

choreographer in my contract...

just ask a question:

Is it true?

Is it true what, dear Misha?

Is it true that you think give to Vaslav its own ballet?

Misha wanted...

either true or not...

do not understand how that makes you feel threatened.

Did I say I felt threatened?

I look I see your face and you feel threatened, Misha.

Misha...

Does that not it a little childish?

You are the great Fokine.

're The most talented and admired the world choreographer.

Without your incomparable talent...

Ballets Russes the not be more than the dream of a madman.

You are indisputable. What if that happens?

- So true! - I did not say that.

After you, Vaslav is our most precious asset.

He is not always easy to handle. You know.

So...

if I need to please his whim...

I'm sure you, my friend did not give me harder.

He is a strange guy.

'd Better hurry, Vassili. I think late.

I hate these functions.

- Do I have to go? - Course.

- Where is tonight? - In the Argentina embassy.

Be kind to the ambassador. I heard that is fan of yours.

Who knows. Maybe one day we go to Buenos Aires.

Sergei, have you ever done something without an ulterior motive?

Let me think...

Once.

When was that?

At approximately 9:15 pm on June 3, 1909...

a miserable little hotel Avenue Opera.

Mand� the devil discretion...

and I asked you to live with me.

Needless to say I'm sorry since.

Thank you.

No, dear. A little higher.

A little.

Thank you.

- Grigoriev. - Hello, Sergei.

Vaslav.

Misha.

- Baron, does everything you need? - All, thank you.

Tamara, how do you like your new touched, dear? Is it comfortable?

Can not do anything with this!

But it looks phenomenal. Phenomenal!

Mr. Diaghilev's here, right?

Just entered.

What a fool.

I thought you said you saw me at the theater door.

Thank you.

A moment, miss. - Do not worry. I know the way.

'Now, tell me the chronology. - Okay.

You will leave for Athens the next day done here.

You will return on March 4.

This will give you one week in Greece... whole

before the trials in Monte Carlo.

- Good. - Sr. Diaghilev...

And hotel reservations and train tickets?

We will take this afternoon.

Mr. Nijinsky, I...

GREECE March 1912

'Come on down. - No, no. It's wonderful here.

Come on, come on. Look at that.

It's so beautiful!

Sergei...

This is the red period, right?

Do not worry about the period. This is the work of others.

Your job is to be the faun.

When you become him, your body will do the rest.

Ever you slept with a woman?

Three times.

Three and a half times, to be exact .

When was the mean time?

Well...

when was halfway I told myself:

. "This is ridiculous".

And I got up and went home.

And how was it?

Well, it was more like...

fight...

with a pillow.

Why?

I was just thinking.

If you have never been a dancer, if I had never met...

would have been just another peasant Polish as my Uncle Karl.

Serving the donkey and milking cows...

plowing fields...

eating cabbage soup...

and making love to my wife every Saturday night.

Vaslav...

if you had not known...

if you had not become a dancer...

a Polish farmer would not be like your uncle Karl...

= = making love to your wife every night.

Would walk around looking for the richest pastor.

Vaslav, do not bother.

We are what we are and we must never forget.

MONTE CARLO April 1912.

La Bayadere.

Beautiful, Leon.

Bravo.

The Young and the Maiden.

Actually, Leon you went too far.

My gift to pedophiles.

I believe that dressing a terrible taste.

The taste is not your business, Misha.

's Mine. And my taste is impeccable. Even when it's bad.

Thank Tadda. Thank you, Max.

Next.

God.

Really have put me impossible, right, Leon?

Maybe we should forget once dancing

and only test the crowds.

See, that rather I take as a compliment.

How could my ego survive all these years?

What do you think, Vaslav?

Weighs a ton.

My dear Vaslav...

you will love the beautiful costumes I designed for you.

Everything you do is beautiful, Le�n. You know it. Show me.

This...

this is the faun costume.

And this is the backdrop.

Mishka, Mishka, come see costumes for the ballet Vaslav.

This is the suit and that faun is backdrop.

What do you think?

And here are the accessories...

I was so happy to receive your letter.

I could not believe it.

I thought you had forgotten me.

Forget my best friend from school?

But if it was not. I know I was not.

Your best friend?

Actually, I thought despised.

But at that time, believed that all despised me...

because of my spots.

- I was already removed. Yes, I see.

Magda, you were kind enough to let me come .

Do not be silly. Mom will love get the inside gossip.

See, Romola. Monte Carlo is exciting.

Parties every night.

And Ballets Russes is here. Are wonderful.

've Already been to see him three times.

Wonderful!

Dad's opera lover.

Baron got him seats for the entire season.

Speaking of the devil. Look!

Is Baron de Gunzburg. Is patron Mr. Diaghilev.

Is immensely rich.

Dad says pays half of the expenses Ballet pocket.

- Do you know? - Clear. Often comes to dinner.

Is very funny. While it is a scandal, of course.

They say that he likes boys.

What for?

Asleep to them, silly!

Ay, Romola. Do not tell me I've become more sophisticated than you.

Is not it a great job?

Buttocks how are you no longer true.

- Mitya, please. - Always misunderstand me.

My feelings are purely aesthetic, dear.

Yes, I'm sure of that.

I hope you've gone to the bank.

How is it this time?

Invoices are there, on the table. Take a look.

? Pencil?

Vassili a pencil to Baron.

? 28 thousand?

Expenses also had last week, dear.

Not remember how it was.

My stupid new valet sent the check...

before I could write it down in my book.

Dimitri? I can make a pretty naive question?

Sergei, dear. You could be naive if you tried.

Why are you so generous to me?

Generous?

I am generous?

Never occurred to me.

My dear friend...

if God made you a frivolous creature like me...

is wake up screaming in the night vacuity of your existence...

unless you know you can to contribute at least a little...

The only thing important in life: Art.

Listen!

Sueno exactly like one of those rich ladies...

living in luxurious mansions

and write checks to restore the frescoes.

Now I must go see my tailor.

I'll take this. I get some interesting ideas.

Mitya, next time you wake up screaming ...

remember that I love.

No, no, no. That would be too stimulating.

- Misha, dear. - Baron...

Just a question.

Do you still think Daphnis and Chloe put in Paris?

Sure, Misha wanted.

And I am sure that will be a highlight of the season.

And when I wear?

Let me see...

Well, we...

Le Dieu Bleu for finishing first.

And then there is the replacement for Giselle Karsavina.

So I think Daphnis...

is becoming rather late in the season, do not you think?

After they see Vaslav in l'Apres-midi d'un faune?

Misha, dear. I do not want to think I've been crafty.

Explain everything I was thinking this afternoon...

and Budapest, as you remember, I tried to tell you...

That might have trouble handling your...

protected.

It may be necessary to satisfy your whims...

You call indulge their whims to let him use my themes...

to give my designs...

use to leave Debussy when I use to Ravel?

'll End with that ridiculous policy immediately.

- I will... - If you try to follow this...

What, Misha?

Do not see what you're doing?

Vaslav is a nice guy and a genius as a dancer...

but trying to turn a choreographer...

a Polish peasant that simple...

just because you like him...

you blind!

're Humiliating the company...

're probably destroying Vaslav too.

I warn you for your own good more than the rest of us.

Abandon all that project or...

Or what?

What?

Misha...

Misha, that sounds dangerously like an ultimatum.

I remind, in the unlikely event that forget it...

utlim�tums nobody gives in this company except me?

Of course I have not...

or intent to destroy or humiliate Vaslav the company.

I have decided that he will l'Apres-midi d'un faune...

so, unless you want to arouse my anger...

I want you to secure an impressive show me .

Think you can do that?

Also, if you want to give your resignation...

that would be a completely different matter.

I do not think Mr. Fokine forsake us.

Can not until you lease expires.

But that's not what worries me . P...

Vassili...

You know it's tragic of creative artists?

What anything I know, Sergei Pavlovich ?

Most of them have great things give the world.

Sooner or later, reach their limit.

And each new ballet is just an old retouched ballet.

's Starting to happen with Mikhail Fokine .

For some time I see it.

So if you want to go, you go.

Is sad, of course.

But by always had golden rule in this company...

that no one is indispensable.

Also, there can be no room for sentimentality...

or undeserved loyalty to the heroes of yesterday.

My eyes must always be on the future.

And I think in this case...

is Nijinsky.

Ay, Magda... If you could meet Diaghilev.

But if that's easy, silly!

Tonight at the party, I can introduce Baron de Gunzburg...

I thought so.

Romola, are tremendous!

Should be furious with you.

Maybe he was in love with you and marry you .

Idiot.

Like I said, my dear. You're beautiful to eat...

which is more than half the battle won.

Madame Blom, I dress so lovely!

Diaghilev kill me for telling her secret, but...

Dear Mrs. Michlene...

when you decide to accept girls as students...

is more like decoration.

To decorate functions fundraising...

and eventually, of course, to entertain the crowd.

Good evening, Admiral.

That body is dancing.

Does that discourage you?

Nothing discouraged me, Baron.

Find that very easy to believe, dear.

Hello, my dear Dimitri.

I'm sure this young bores you.

So I'll make the great favor of take it off of him.

Oh, Adolph, dear. Do not be impertinent. Go.

Tadda, dear.

Ah, Sergei, dear. You're just the person we were looking for.

Well here I am.

This is a very determined young...

won me over in less than 10 minutes...

is about to win you over 5

I introduce the Miss Pulsky...

one of the most distinguished and wealthy families Budapest.

Mr. Diaghilev...

Have not seen Mimi Charderoff?

Fortunately, avoided me the hard time.

Is to die for.

Insisted to show me a dance called "The Rabbit Hug".

Shudder to think of all that surround hugging chest.

There.

Well, miss...

do you think conquer standing or sitting?

Mr. Diaghilev, please take me seriously .

I love her more than anything ballet and yearn to be part of it.

I know I'm too old to be a ballerina...

but took lessons as a child...

Yes, I see it will be a meeting sitting. Come.

's Find somewhere.

You see, I know you accepts students from time to time...

And never find someone more willing to work than me.

And I'll pay, of course. No matter how much.

Mr. Diaghilev, please give me a chance .

Dimitri was right, dear.

Napoleon himself would raise the white flag...

before such deployment of heavy artillery.

So let me?

Miss of Pulsky, as you should know...

our ballet teacher is the formidable Master Cechetti.

He is not an easy man to please .

If you can persuade him to take that as a student...

I see no reason to not travel with us ...

and eventually perhaps even becoming a member...

the dancers.

Thank you!

Provided has the parental permission, of course.

My mother never would oppose.

Can you tell me where I can see the Master Cechetti?

I see you came prepared for everything.

Cechetti has an apartment here: Number 12, Rue d ' L'apost.

Mr. Diaghilev, not know how much I appreciate your kindness.

A small "thank you" was enough, dear.

Cute girl. Very cute. How old?

Nineteen.

Did Mr. Diaghilev know?

Yes, said only if you accept me .

Please Teacher.

My lessons are very expensive.

That does not matter.

No parties, no eat like a pig and no flirting.

Come here.

Here thinner...

Y here, harder muscle.

And sometimes a kiss for the Master. Hey, mama?

Yes, Enrico.

Master, you mean...?

How do you know what I mean?

I only know what I mean.

Now listen...

back to Budapest.

Find the best teacher there. Work, work and work...

and then come back and teach me. And if...

My lessons are very expensive.

Maestro, thank you!

I already kissed me, mama!

Excellent chocolates.

Best to eat them.

How many times do I have to dance The Ghost in Paris?

Six. Why?

? Sergei, Misha's ballets are as boring as start thinking?

They are not boring.

Frustrated.

- As we all are. - Speak for yourself.

No one wants to see a fat faun.

Good morning, Sergei.

May 1912 PARIS.

Daphnis, a premiere, first ballet of the night?

And at 7:30? Half an hour earlier than usual?

Be a long night.

And why have my premiere without critics and theater only half?

So much fear that my new ballet...

you make the of Vaslav look dumber than it is?

Do you want to destroy the company...

desires only to please your lover foolish?

This is crazy and the outcome of their relationship...

Mr. Fokine...

And let your opinion about my relationship with Vaslav...

perfectly clear.

As means so much to you, Daphnis reschedule.

Be his last ballet Ballets Russes for.

I'll make sure you receive full attention Review.

Remain with us until his contract expires...

and then be free to use his talents elsewhere.

Please leave the theater.

Master, excuse me. Could you repeat the last scene?

Thank you.

Misha, you could put the test Daphnis before...

Small and dirty whore of pederast.

Tadda.

Vaslav, my angel.

Y early, can you believe it?

Peter prepared the carriage with two hours notice.

Your luggage, miss.

Sergei Already gave you the news?

Finally I ended up in London.

- I stay all season. - That's wonderful.

Oh, how selfish of me.

The premiere of the Faun is tomorrow, right?

Morning.

Good luck, dear. How do you feel?

Okay. Absolutely right.

Does the hate?

Probably.

Wonderful.

I'm so outdated that if the hatred surely triumph.

He even threw away Tuesday Sergei trial.

Do not tell me. And how do you take?

Pretty good.

Goodness!

Things yes they are changing.

What does that mean?

Do you confronting him in front of the whole company?

'm Sure he did not like.

Why not?

What am I supposed to do?

I'm sorry, dear.

It was my idiocy to say that.

Sorry.

No... No, follows.

Can I describe as a dirty whore pederast?

Vaslav...

So I called Mikhail Fokine half hour ago.

Only one thing matters, dear:

Love.

And when you find it... cling to him.

I hold on to my love for you.

We love each other, right?

Course.

Ay, Tadda...

since I can remember...

when I chose the group of graduates.

I chose you because I knew you were the best.

I was not stupid.

This will be a beautiful memory.

CHATELET THEATRE May 29, 1912.

Quick! Vaslav!

For God's sake, why did that!

You know what you did?

You just masturbate to all of Paris!

Not me.

Was the faun.

Vaslav, have to understand what we did.

Tonight we opened step to a whole new art.

And if we cause a scandal with that, who cares?

Will not have an empty seat all season.

Vaslav, this is the night more exciting of my life...

because it showed me that all my instincts were correct.

What did I do?

Why this happen?

Tell me. You have to know.

Do something... you do not know.

Other As if you did.

That's be crazy, right?

I can not go! I will not be like my brother!

Things happen or not.

Just live day by day and let the future take care himself.

But of one thing there is no doubt:

I found my new choreographer.

Music Lounge Igor Stravinsky Switzerland June 1912.

How the call?

Princess Tenisheva...

Sacre du Printemps suggested.

Well...

will then Sacre du Printemps.

Well, Vaslav... Again.

Y...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 1, 2, 3... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

1, 2, 3, 4... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Already? Well, let's try again.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5... No, no, Vaslav! No!

Listen!

1, 2, 3... 1... 1, 2, 3... 1, 2, 3... 1... 1, 2,...

1, 2, 3... 1, 2... 1, 2... 1, 2,..., 1

Again, please.

Y...

The guy is hopeless. You can not do it.

Can do and will do.

I barely understood the music.

Has not heard...

Can not keep track.

Who can have that diabolical and complicated score yours?

Any trained musician...

seek one! God, leave him alone.

Get Vaslav focus on what really matters:

Ballet itself.

Sergei, my dear friend...

No one automatically becomes something that is not, you know?

Do not?

Thank you.

The next time you need psychological or spiritual advice...

I know where to turn.

- I only meant that the boy... - I know what you mean.

I did not choose to Vaslav Sacre du Printemps for...

because I slept with him.

I chose it because it is a genius.

I chose you too, is it not?

So, my friend...

limit yourself to your music and your bills...

or you can return to St. Petersburg, of course...

a teaching piano again.

Again!

Louder!

Again!

Account.

Account!

One, two... one, two... - Louder!

That is crap!

Do not you hear the rhythm in music?

Dance With Me!

Touch!

1, 2, 3, 4,... 1, 2, 3, 4... 1, 2, 3, 4...

1, 2, 3, 4,... 1, 2, 3... 1, 2, 3... 1, 2, 3... 1, 2, 3...

1, 2, 3, 4,... 1, 2, 3, 4... 1, 2, 3... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

1, 2... 12... 12... 1, 2... 1...

Shake!

Wonderful, dear.

Maria Piltz... I was taught a thousand times...

and still do not understand!

I screamed against the whole company.

Why not? Stravinsky You let me cry.

Am I so different from him?

I am the choreographer here!

If you want to make this ballet, have to do it my way.

Unless, as you are so creative, want to do it yourself.

Back here!

Do I have to remind you that no one talks to me like in this company?

It's about time that someone did .

Where is Mrs Piltz?

Where is?

He went to his dressing room, Sergei Pavlovich.

Apologize to her immediately.

Worth And since both count...

the next time you feel so angry, count to 10.

Do not do that, dear boy. - I need time. That's it.

Sure.

If it was me and not Sergei at a time like this...

Treat you with the utmost delicacy.

But you know Sergei.

Can be ruthless when it does not get what he wants.

What about what I want?

My dear boy...

I'll tell you that despite being very indiscreet...

never told anyone.

Sometimes when I sleep, dream my own ballet company.

With my own big star, like you.

Like Sergei.

The Ballet de Gunzburg.

And I think of all the wonderful and styles that would create.

But then...

at about 3 am usually...

I get up and look at this ridiculous face in the mirror...

full of gray hair and wrinkles and I :

"Old fool..."

"You are not Diaghilev. Or would not know how to stand on stage."

's...

How sad to have to go through life...

with the face of a Cabbage and soul of a bird.

Do you want me to tell you something even worse?

Sometimes hate Sergei Pavlovich Diaghilev .

When I see him in his insatiable phase concerned, I think:

"Would not it be nice read his obituary in the newspaper?"

Well...

is my misfortune notice all the flaws of the human soul...

and none of the virtues.

You should not drink, Vaslav. Do not you dance tonight?

Course dance tonight.

When I'm not dancing?

How much time do you need to finish?

It is impossible ready for the season in Paris.

What if...

as a tribute to you...

tell I'll fund the rest of the tests?

Dimitri, are you serious?

But then it would be essential to have a new ballet premiere in Paris.

If by chance happen to you another idea...

for a short and simple ballet...

only to fill, so to speak...

and perhaps a note in the program read:

"Commissioned by Baron de Gunzburg Dimitri ".

But if I have a question.

Sure.

With score of Debussy: Jeux. These games.

Tennis.

No real tennis, but use tennis...

to show how people come together.

The first thing that happens...

is a ball rolling across the stage .

A young man in tennis clothes holding a racket...

crosses the stage and disappears.

Enter two young girls.

They obviously have a secret to share.

Begin to dance and suddenly stop.

Have you heard the rustling of the leaves.

The young man spying.

She set out to escape...

but he's running out to play tennis with him.

Not really, of course.

The feeling is mysterious.

He ??begins to flirt with them.

The other, jealous, dances to attract attention.

He turns toward her.

Then again the first girl.

To and fro, until the three...

Like a love triangle will challenge each .

Being partner any time and change it the next.

Merging and again...

increasingly strange and complicated relationships.

They did not understand.

Usually do not.

's Just luck when it happens.

- When are we going to London? - In two weeks.

After two weeks in Barcelona...

three Monte Carlo...

then Paris again...

- and then more, right? - Right.

Dressing rooms, hotel rooms... There is nothing else in the world.

Paris, Vienna, From, Madrid...

all the same dressing room and hotel.

Really we go to St. Petersburg in autumn?

In September.

I signed a contract with Norovny theater this morning.

4 months and be in my own bed at my mother.

Was I so wrong tonight?

Is the teacher really believes 're ready to go to London...

Cecchetti teacher and introduce yourself?

Yes, mother.

I'm so proud of you.

You worked like a slave. I did not think you could.

But tell me:

Why is this so important to you ?

I thought you'd have guessed.

Sorry, dear. I'm not so keen.

April 1913 LONDON.

On one side... the other... now sustained...

Now get your feet...

next movement...

= = Now... balance!

Down Ft.

A good dancer? Never.

But perhaps good enough. - To take classes with the company?

For dance sometimes upstage?

You tried? Much for so little?

There is little for me.

's All I want.

Can I take it?

- The lessons are very expensive. - Thank you, Master!

When I can start?

Morning.

Now you take me to a good and expensive lunch.

Expensive, but not good.

But we are in London, Milan no.

I'm really sorry.

All of those discomforts.

Nonsense, Lady Ripon.

There is no discomfort.

Vaslav is delighted to dance for your guests.

I talk to Sergei. Where is?

- Is there. Thanks.

- Excuse me, Mr. Ambassador. - Clear.

They just call from St. Petersburg.

The Norovny theater was burned.

Poor Vaslav.

Longed to go to Russia.

No theaters are available. Should we cancel St. Petersburg.

Yes

could try others, but at this point ...

Three months of winter... nothing.

Sergei Pavlovich... what will we do?

Why would anyone ever think that I can have an idea?

Is a bit bold, sure, but...

Sergei, remember that Argentine ambassador in Budapest?

I liked Vaslav. I just talked to him.

Had a perfume intolerable, of course...

but still...

You think you can fix Brazil and Montevideo?

Can consider fixed, Mr. Diaghilev.

Without fail I will send the papers tomorrow.

Mr. Nijinsky, South will become his slave.

Now, follow me. Last year.

Position.

One ..

Two...

three.

One ..

Two...

three.

Look well to the palm of your hand.

Two...

three. Last.

One ..

Two...

head up and down to give up.

One ..

Two...

open...

three.

Over.

Farewell, my children.

Mr. Nijinsky...

I'm new to the company. Pulsky Romola.

I thought I should introduce myself.

And I wish you success with Sacre du Printemps.

Thank you.

Bless us in our work.

Bless us in our work.

THEATRE CAMPS ELISEOS May 29, 1913

1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 1, 2, 3... 1, 2, 3...

Please be quiet! Lower your voice!

Let the function...!

Let the function continues!

4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...!

Please, please! Ladies and gentlemen, please!

Please, no!

- 2, 3, 4, 5...! - The dancers do not hear the music!

Please be quiet! Please sit!

Last�mate!

No! Please be quiet!

2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Please!

Shake!

The dance, if you can dance... call

is as absurd as pretentious.

"We were subjected to 35 minutes endless..."

barbarian style.

How sad that a dancer unmatched as Mr. Nijinsky...

has revealed to the world as a choreographer...

"is short of ideas and even of common sense."

The Figaro.

Is still very young, Sergei. Maybe you expected too.

Stravinsky said he could not handle it.

From the first week.

How is Vaslav?

Do not know.

We have not spoken.

's Sleeping now.

Sergei...

sorry to mention this, but...

Have to stay here until next season.

Richard Strauss's ballet is very ambitious too.

Do not you think maybe you ought to go to someone else to Joseph?

I was so sure.

Italy July 1913.

Why do you like so much beach if you fear the sea?

Why!

Look at it from a safe distance is very rewarding.

- Like seeing a caged tiger. - I guess you thought of that, huh?

- How old were you when you told him? - Eight.

Poor Sergei.

If you're drowning, 're drowning.

There is nothing you can do.

Perhaps boat to South America sinks.

Enough with that.

Can not you call to Germany?

Strauss could send Joseph to score here...

and I could start working in ballet before leaving.

Do not know.

Is assumed that these are a vacation.

I know.

But take the score to us, right?

Could not be ready in time.

But they will be three months.

"Faun", "games", "Sacre".

Three ballets in one year. That's more than enough.

Need a break.

Why? Misha never needed a break.

? Misha? Well...

Misha... Misha was.

What does that mean?

He ??could get hits like sausages...

and I only get scandals and failures...

Vaslav, you are about to say nonsense. Please...

go to build castles of sand or something.

Why do you treat me like a child?

If you behave like a child, I treat you like a child.

Why not take a walk along the beach ?

What you need. You're getting fatter.

That is unbecoming of a gentleman from my position.

I am very happy sitting here...

looking at these guys.

Are you excited?

Course.

Why do not do something about it?

If I wanted, I would.

Already Leon is doing costume Joseph?

Clear.

Joseph, of course, must be practically naked...

to excite the wife of Potiphar.

I should get a short loincloth.

Vaslav...

Do not you think you're a bit old to Joseph?

- Old? - I thought a boy of 15 years.

What are you saying?

What are you saying all day? What should I do ballet?

Sure do ballet.

But with so much work, it would be easier...

find someone else, a boy, to play the part.

Like those cute guys that excited you.

Not as old as I am.

Hello.

's A nice night.

Yes.

Will you be my friend?

Come with me.

Sorry. I must ask you to leave.

But...

...I told you to leave.

Vaslav...

got it all wrong.

Clear I like to see guys. Would not be human if you did not.

But watch has nothing to do with really want them.

I never wanted anyone. I never thought anyone.

Yes.

Well, you see... you do not have 40 years.

Guess finally got the time to say.

- I love you, Vaslav. - No!

Do not wanna be with you!

You can not breathe! I can not think!

In all these years, a moment. Never alone.

Can not do great ballets if I'm never alone!

But you and pressing down...

my head will explode!

- Are you serious? - Of course it's serious!

People should not say they do not believe, you know?

Do you really want be some time away from me?

Yes.

Why not?

Might be good for both.

You...

're saying that will not come on tour?

Is not that what you wanted?

Do not you dare to go because you're afraid sea!

Just pretend you do for me!

People should not do scenes...

if you are not prepared to win them.

Win?

You're the one always wins.

You never want to go anyway.

Just want rid of me.

Vaslav...

're only doing this more difficult.

Do not make it difficult.

I never thought this could happen.

Never.

CHEBURGO August 1913.

CHEBURGO August 1913 Not even came to say goodbye.

What evil, right?

Vaslav, dear, all business will suffer.

I'm afraid I can not do much. I said:..? "Sergei..."

why do not you come with us you tell me the truth.

And I put her glare.

What the hell is he

Dimitri, is afraid of the sea.

That's what he says, but he never tells the truth.

Is not there some other reason.

What makes you think that.

Ah, dear...

those delicious young bodies...

are so affordable.

After all, we are all human.

Even Sergei.

- Is he here? - What are you talking about, Vaslav?

Joseph's score.

Sergei said in Paris that the send.

No, sorry. Has not gotten anything.

Maybe sent direct to Buenos Aires.

Good morning, Mr. Nijinsky.

You do not remember me, right?

Forgive.

Miss of Pulsky.

Do not travel with the rest of the company ?

I'm afraid I bought a first class ticket .

I understand that Mr. Diaghilev not accompany us.

No.

Ni Ms. Karsavina.

No, it will take another boat.

Ah, Miss! What a pleasant surprise!

Good evening, Mr. Bolm.

Is my small Hungarian protected!

Miss of Pulsky.

Let me introduce you to Mr. Barton, tour director...

Ms. Barton and Vaslav...

Good evening, Miss of Pulsky.

I see and everyone knows it.

I think it put me on the table Captain.

Sympathize hope and rescue me from time to time.

Anytime I'll be there.

What girl so beautiful.

're Absolutely right, dear.

She could get what he wants tonight.

I know what you want.

Well tell us, Adolph, dear. What does she want?

'm Too cavalier to say that.

All I will say is:

Will see what you see.

Of course I understand.

How frustrating it must be have ideas in your head...

music and not have to start.

He promised to send the ship.

Although Strauss had not ended, what had promised to send.

How extraordinary.

Well, but I'm sure that Mr. Diaghilev do not disappoint.

I know what would if I were you.

Yeah?

You must have dozens of ideas for ballets...

and Mr. Barton should have tens of scores on board.

I choose one and put me to work.

Then I stand before Mr. Diaghilev and say:

"Did you see what I did Fuck you and your break?".

- Anything yet? - No.

Strange, is not it?

But I'm sure he has many things to think about.

He uses people.

Well, if you are a business man...

and you have to run a company and make money...

guess you have to do it.

He used Fokine.

For years he treated like a god.

Then, because his last ballets were not very successful...

threw.

Vaslav not think that...

I spent so many years with him.

Not even thought of life without him.

I always everything he told me to do. Everything.

When told not to come to the tour, could not believe it.

Told me he is afraid of the sea.

Do you think that is?

Could be.

So why not send a message?

Do not know.

But I do know one thing:

Never let you hurt.

Vaslav.

Something extraordinary.

Not understand.

I just got a message Astruc in London.

Is Sergei.

Says it's going to St. Petersburg...

find a dancer to interpret Joseph...

Do not you will interpret to Joseph?

We have not decided yet.

- Why not, dear? - We were talking about that.

Supposed to be 15 years.

I found it better to use someone much younger.

Well, you've spent your art...

and just about the bigger role this season.

That's not all.

There is something even more peculiar.

Unable to contact Fokine. Do you know where to find it?

Misha. They're looking for Misha!

Vaslav dear what the hell happened?

You know I'm your best friend.

You know you can trust me and I'll help .

Do you and Sergei...? Vaslav!

Vaslav, dear...

'm a bitch.

? Vaslav?

Vaslav, are you here?

What happened?

My brother.

Vaslav, what are you saying?

I did everything he told me. Everything.

My brother...

Vaslav...

everything happened, was for good.

Do not see the monster that is?

Has always been a monster.

And now was that you realized.

Vaslav, please.

Vaslav, please, no.

Vaslav, my dear.

I know what made you do...

but I understand.

I understand everything.

Vaslav...

Do not want to see you sad.

My love. I love you!

BUENOS AIRES September 1913.

Poor Vaslav.

Has given many extraordinary jumps in his career...

but none more special than this.

Vaslav, my angel!

Again I'm late. Is the story of my life.

How was your trip?

Mine was a disaster. Livestock.

Oh by the way, dear...

bring you the score of Joseph.

Sergei gave me in St. Petersburg.

Was there to see attorney Misha.

They said it was in the contract do Misha Joseph.

Something pointless, of course.

Sergei says that you should not worry.

Ah, yes. He looked everywhere for a young Joseph...

but found none.

So I wanted to know if you will.

Excuse me.

Every time I see you and Vaslav talk like parrots.

Vaslav...

are not you going to introduce us?

Mrs. Karsavina... my wife.

I know you only married me because you thought you had lost.

I know that.

But I do not care.

He can still work with you, to be your friend...

if that's what you want.

Never take me the opposite.

Never did anything that you did not want to do.

I love you!

I'll do all right.

I will that everything goes well. I promise.

I will write a letter!

He will understand.

He understood everything.

Vaslav, no. Not now.

Ven. You have to dance tomorrow. Do you remember?

Have a presentation. Watch your step.

's Go to bed. Need rest.

Seat.

- How the hell do you let her? - Tadda, dear, do not scold me.

You scold until I run out of breath!

And who is she?

Any pathetic ignorant girl...

or some kind of adventurous?

Oh, dear. An adventurous, I'm afraid.

A really terrific.

What could I do?

" A little flirting on the boat, why not?"

At least not deserted.

I never imagined...!

Nobody imagined!

We knew nothing until this morning...

when we received the invitation to the wedding.

Oh...

...I'm all excited.

Where are my pills mint?

Oh, no...!

You know what?

This would not have happened had my mints.

Maybe we can talk to her. There is always a solution.

Not that woman.

But we can try.

We must keep this secret. Sergei must not know.

Well is already in the papers.

Oh, God, of course!

'Then Let us send a cable. - Do not worry. I already did.

Sorry, Tadda. I feel as responsible as everyone.

It never occurred to me that something like could happen.

"Dear Sergei Pavlovich"

I know this will be shocking.

Point.

We shocked everyone.

Point.

In Buenos Aires, yesterday afternoon...

Vaslav Nijinsky married with Romola Pulsky.

Point ".

Stupid boy!

This is to warn you...

that after the South American tour...

connection with the Ballets Russes ends permanently.

As with all official releases...

You will sign this business as administrator of the company.

Calma, Sergei.

- Until we know more... - What else is there to know?

Do you think that young you have the right to be ruthless?

Email cablegram.

Sergei, be reasonable.

Aside from everything else, what will happen to the ballet Joseph?

I have the phone number of Fokine in Vienna.

? Fokine?

Yes.

He will do very well.

Besides...

I will deliver me from this ridiculous claim.

Yes, but... after what happened between you...

may not be easy.

When I need a choreographer...

the details are irrelevant.

But who will principal dancer?

I'll find one.

O I will create one.

Send the cable.

Love, forgive me...

but I can not believe that Valsav leave us.

Well...

I've always said, Vassili, that nobody is indispensable.

So it's logical to assume that...

either no one is indispensable in life.

'll Find out.

Now do my bags. Will depart for Moscow this afternoon.

You may find our Joseph there.

Sergei Pavlovich...

can not you just this once listen to your heart?

If Listen to my heart right now, Vassili...

could be in danger of breaking.

What are you doing?

I'll see!

When I see, when we're in the same room ...

Stop! You can not leave!

Why not?

'Cause you're the star! Do not!

- For the company! - Fuck the company!

- They laugh at me! - Listen! Vaslav!

Listen! I'm your wife!

You can not apologize!

Romola, sorry! Sorry! Are you okay? Sorry.

- I'm fine. - It was not my intention.

It's not your fault. I know it's not your fault.

'm An idiot. I do not understand.

No, no. You understand. You understand everything.

Now I realize.

They never let me go.

I have to wait until the tour is over.

So if I explain it properly...

everything will be fine.

My love. Yes.

Now I understand why those who are great in the eyes of men...

are an abomination to God.

God has declared a war against the rich and powerful...

and pours out his blessing on the poor...

not about the rich and privileged.

This is the work of the Devil.

Only the simplicity of peasants find God.

December 1913 GENOA

Tamara!

Dimitri!

Excuse me, please.

Dimitri...

How is he?

Not know. Never left the cabin.

Do not know how to do this.

Sergei asked me to tell...

I wanted to make it clear that under no circumstances...

now or in the future...

wanted Vaslav or his wife will contact with him.

It's ridiculous!

As far as he is concerned, Vaslav ceased to exist.

Talked to the purser...

This. This, do not you think? This is better.

Vaslav...

Forgiveness... Forgiveness.

Gabriel!

Where is? Where is the old monster?

What do you expect to send it only to South America...

Gunzberg just to take care of?

God knows what's what seized him.

But it is your fault that happened. So at least you can...

What?

Do what?

? Beg him to stop and come back to me?

Or better yet, beg that woman want it back?

? Spilling tears, my knees?

Why not?

Is right for you and for him.

My God. You can not love someone for years and then throw well.

He needs you.

You should see him wandering like a ghost.

He needs you now.

What about my needs?

My mission is to take care of a kid neurotic the rest of my life?

Maybe when I let him go knew that the time had come.

When 19 years old, need what an older man can give them.

But when they get older...

sooner or later...

is time to move on.

Ah...

Le�n.

Tadda, dear...

want you to Leonid Myasin, Moscow.

Joseph He will dance with you next season...

in Paris.

Vaslav...

I talk to him.

I say it was all a mistake.

I will leave.

That's what you want, is it not?

'll Have to wake up very early on the farm.

Poor dear, do not you see?

The farm is just a dream. Is not real.

Is something that is in your mind, because you...

thought I was what you needed.

But that was also something that was just in my mind...

both because I wanted it to be true.

The work will be hard to top.

But we'll get used.

Vaslav, listen...

before me, you were right, is not it?

Do not you?

I'll go see it...

and I will take you back.

Then you'll be fine again.

You are so nice and friendly.

I think you understand everything.

Ms. Karsavina is a very persistent woman.

She insisted that received it.

She argues that it is a matter of...

humanity.

I think it is.

I see no reason for me to be standing, Mrs. Nijinsky.

'd Rather stand.

Ah, well. In this case...

You hate me, do not you?

No...

No, dear.

To hate someone...

need at least take that person seriously.

I is not making things easier.

Skies...

what that's what I supposed to do?

've Come to ask her to take him back.

A threesome?

I will leave.

Never see him again.

He did not want me.

He never wanted me.

Baron was only because you read a cablegram ...

saying you were in St. Petersburg...

seeking a younger dancer.

He ??believed you had abandoned.

And I loved him, I thought: "This is my chance.

I can save. I can do it like other men".

You see, I did not understand...

So now is willing to abandon

I am very afraid for him.

Sometimes I think...

Sometimes acting so strange.

But I know me

I tried to turn it in so it can not be.

Please enter it again.

Please.

He is lost without you.

What if I do not want to accept it.

Love is not eternal, dear has a certain time.

If I had loved Vaslav enough...

never would have sent only to that tour

if he was someone I could love...

never have allowed a few words of Baron...

he was released into his arms.

You blames herself, but it was not your fault, dear.

It was time.

Y time can sometimes be wise.

Did Ms. Karsavina told him I have a new protected?

A young Moscow.

I think will be very good dancer.

Not as Vaslav, of course.

No one will be as Vaslav.

I guess I could ask me to accept as a dancer Vaslav...

but can you honestly consider it?

With the lack of loyalty, discussions...

discipline and laughter behind my back?

No.

For the sake of the company.

The company always comes first for me.

He ??said he feared that something terrible will happen.

Guess refers to some kind of mental disorder.

Yes.

Yeah, well...

I think their fears are justified.

Is tragic, of course...

but perhaps inevitable.

The other side of genius.

I suspect...

maybe you're the best thing that has happened.

If you love him enough.

Do you think I'm a monster?

Right.

I'm glad I came.

Now I see what a coward I was.

Whatever happens...

I take care of him.

If you ever need my help...

No.

I have not scared of you.

I love you now.

I've always loved.

I'm yours.

And I am my own.

Forgot my calls...

but I've found.

Love worldwide.

Live everywhere.

'm Meat...

I'm feeling...

're not dead because your eyes are not dead.

I am the spirit.

I'm in love.

Nijinsky am God.

I love Him ..

And God loves me.

'm A clown of God.

Vaslav Nijinsky last acted in 1917.

Would spend the next 33 years in mental institutions...

until his death in London in 1950.

Romola Nijinsky spent the rest of her life to caring for her husband...

and after his death, in memory of his genius.

Never remarried. He ??died in Paris in 1978.

Ballets Russes of Sergei The Diaghilev there until his death.

Died in the water, how feared, in Venice in 1929.