The Men in Her Life

The girl is not a dancer.

She belongs to a horse.

Oh... hey what do you think,

you're doing?

Young man, you are in the presence

of a great beauty.

You don't realise it,

but you are misfortuned.

Good evening, mademoiselle

Who are you? What you're doing here?

- May I come in?

Well ... wait a minute.

All right, you may come in now.

Don't let me disturb you.

- What do you want?

I've seen all the great dancers

in my time, mademoiselle

Last night I saw your dance.

Tonight I came again

Oh, you think, I am good?

No, mademoiselle. Far from good.

You seem unbelievably

clumsy and awkward

On the other hand, there are

many things in your favour:

Your grace, your lightness and ... yes

your very lovely hands.

They are almost as important to a

dancer as their feet.

The question is ... how great is your desire,

your ambitions to be a dancer?

I'd give anything in a world.

You have not a moment to lose!

You must work all day, every day.

You must have a teacher

- Oh, I know. But I don't know anybody!

Perhaps ... this may help you.

It may open the door for you somewhere.

Stanislas Rosing...

Are you really Stanislas Rosing?

My mother used to tell me about you... She said,

you were the greatest dancer, she ever saw.

I always thought, you were dead.

As far as dancing is concerned, I am.

Dancing is my whole life.

Good night, mademoiselle

and good fortune.

I want to see Mr Rosing

- What do you want from him?

He gave me his card. I am a dancer.

Oh, no, please! I must see him.

- Mr Rosing is not at home.

Honestly?

- You are calling me a liar?!

Of course, not!

(Rosing) Marie, talk with your friend

somewhere else, not on the front door steps.

(Marie) Mr Rosing, it's not my friend, it's a...

Oh, where are you going? Come back!

Come back, you, little witch!

What are you doing here?

Marie!

Out of here!

What do you think, I am? A peep show?

Get that girl out of here!

You tell her, that I can wait

or I'll throw this right out of window!

- Put that down, it's my bath robe.

Then, you tell her, I can wait...

All right, she can wait.

I'll see her... And now, please,

get out of here! - Yes, sir.

(Marie) And now shut your eyes

(Girl) You promised!

(Rosing) Yes, get out of here!

But you gave me your card, and you said,

that would open a door for me

Yes, but not this door!

I've got no school here.

Sorry, Mr Rosing, I...

It's fantastic!

No, you must go back to the circus.

Marie, take her out.

(Marie) Now, that you've seen Mr Rosing,

now you must go.

I have no any place to go.

It isn't fare for him to come

the way he did last night.

To put ideas in my head

and turn me away like this!

He gave me his card

and even wrote on it!

Stop talking about that confounded card!

(Marie) What would happen,

if I let you out at all.

Have you quit the circus?

- Yes

Just like that?

- Yes

That's your bag?

- Yes

Preposterous!

The whole thing is preposterous!

Marie, we have to prepare a room for her.

Give her the studio.

Mr Rosing, thank you!

- Please, don't do that, leave me alone.

What's your name?

- Polly Varley.

- Is it really your name?

Polly Varley, did you hear that, Marie?

What does it mean Polly?

- Pauline.

Polina... Lina...

Lina Varsavina. How do like that?

- It sounds wonderful!

I shall expect Mlle Lina to be ready

for her

first lesson in an hour.

See to it, Marie.

Why does she have to stay here?

Can't she find a room somewhere?

She has no money.

- And what are we, millionaires?

After all the years of struggle and hard work

at last you have some peace.

And now out of nowhere...

Didn't you promise the doctor never to teach again?

The strain, the excitement...

- Harsh Marie, there will be no excitement.

But I shall teach her to dance,

if I have to kill myself in the attempt.

- All yourself?

Marie, you've been with me for 15 years

and how little you know me.

Do you think I am contented with my life?

What am I? What I've got mine?

You were contented before.

- Before yes.

But now I have the chance to live again.

If this girl is what I think she is.

Whatever name I shall call her, however

famous she may make that name,

my name will always go with hers.

Venice, Paris, London, Rome, St.Petersburg

With this girl I can live again.

Lift your back ...

don't strain your neck

Heel down!

May I stop?

- No

Battement tendu!

I've been acting for two hours

Can I stop?

Stop, when I tell you... Pli!

Straighten your back!

This is not like the circus. Ah?

How long do I have to go on?

- All your life.

Yes, pli, battement, what you

will do all your life.

And one day it will be all old, and it will

be nothing left of you but the memory.

Portrait, like this.

- Who is there?

There is Olenkova. She was

the greatest of them all.

Is she still alive?

-Yes.

In some day when all your dreams come true,

the best you can hope for is that

there will be a portrait of you

on a wall of somebody else's studio.

Another young girl will be slumped over.

Somebody else's voice will be saying:

"Pli, battement, pli, battement..."

Don't take so much butter,

you'll get fat

You mustn't chase gravy.

Excuse me, may I have water.

I am so thirsty.

You cannot drink during your lesson.

But I want to drink and I've got to!

Did you change your mind?

You said, you want to be a dancer.

Oh yes, I do! But...

Then go on!

... four, and five, six ... up your back.

And one, and two, and...

What are you looking at?

Horses! Some beautiful horses.

- You left your horses in the circus.

Or, but..

- Back to the bar!

Why do you keep me working like a horse?

I've been at that bar for two hours!

I can't stand up any more!

Have you finished your little speech?..

All right, we'll start again.

Back to the bar...

Come on back to the bar!

Mr Rosin! - How many times

must I ask you not to interrupt our lessons.

But monsieur, it is Manilov!

Serghei Manilov!

(Rus) -Where are you coming form

(Rus) -On my way from Paris

(Rus) -Thank you. How's the life in St.Petersburg?

(Rus) -But aren't you coming back?

Oh, forgive me! Mr Rosing.

Roger Chevis, my riding companion.

How do you do.

- We are at a hotel in the mountains.

Good! Want to come in, have some tea.

What is there?

Oh, I'm sorry, but Mr Rosing doesn't allow

anybody to watch the lessons.

Continue, Lina. Turn to the bar.

It looks silly!

- May look silly, but I'll wage, if you can do it

Can't I?

- No!

Now, go ahead!

Just a minute.

That's pretty good, but look at your knee,

straighten it out.

What's the matter with my knee?

- It looks like a door knob. Doesn't it, Marie?

It does.

Would you like to go for a ride?

- On a horse?.. - Mhh

Oh, come on!..

- No, I couldn't

I accepted your wage, now you take mine.

Don't you dare!

Yes, I will, come on!

- Lina, stop it!

Lina, come back!

Where are you?

- Way behind.

You certainly were.

You need not even a breath!

- Because I'm a good girl, do exercises every day.

The water looks wonderful. - It does.

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