Word: nureyev
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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With his father away on war duty, his mother moved in with her brother-in-law and another family in the town of Ufa on the dark steppes west of the Ural Mountains. Nureyev lived in one room with nine other people, including his three sisters. "My prevailing memory," he says, "is one of hunger-consistent, gnawing hunger." To get food, mostly goat cheese and potatoes, his mother peddled all of his father's civilian clothes piece by piece-belts, suspenders, boots. "Daddy's grey suit was really quite tender," the children would say. Since...
When he was seven, one of the teachers taught him a few Bashkir folk dances, and he was soon touring the local hospitals with the school troupe. One night the Ufa Opera Ballet imported a name ballerina and, though he did not have the price of a ticket, Nureyev went by the theater determined somehow to get in. As fate would have it, the crush of the crowd was so great that the doors of the theater collapsed and in he went. It was the first ballet he had ever seen. "Watching the dancers that night," he recalls...
Broken Rules. At 15, Nureyev joined the Ufa Opera's corps de ballet, saved his money, and a year later bought a one-way ticket to Leningrad to audition for the Kirov. Though by Russian standards he was about six years late in beginning his formal training, he was accepted for the Kirov's ballet school. He immediately distinguished himself as its most brilliant and most unmanageable student, violated every curfew regulation, fought with his instructors. He lectured a teacher in front of the whole company on the evils of the Kirov's "systematic wearing-down...
When the Kirov made its debut in Paris in 1961, a Soviet plainclothesman tailed Nureyev wherever he went. And he went everywhere, touring the city with French friends he had met. This brought more scoldings from the Kirov management, but Nureyev persisted. Then, when the company arrived at Le Bourget that June morning to fly to London, Nureyev was informed that he was to go instead to Moscow to dance in the Kremlin, and could rejoin the tour later. "Dance in the Kremlin indeed," scoffs Nureyev in retrospect. "I knew this was a crisis. I was like a bird inside...
...Team. Paris' Marquis de Cuevas Ballet instantly hired Nureyev for $400 a week, more than he had made in six months with the Kirov. His mother, brought to Moscow by the government, called him every day on government orders and pleaded with him to come home. But, he says, he forever erased any thoughts of returning when, at his debut performance, the local Communists staged a raucous demonstration and scattered the stage with broken glass...