I Was Not Born To

I Do Not Like Moscow Life. You Live Here Not As You Want To Live, But As Old Women Want You To.

I Was Not Born To Amuse The Tsars.

Ballet Is A Dance Executed By The Human Soul.

I’ve Lived To Bury My Desires, And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust; Now All That’s Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust.

As Long As There Is One Heart On Earth Where I Still Live, My Memory Will Not Die.