i have yanlysik up to space and dale elizarieva. the composer stepped out of the no less hackneyed majority of the decisions behind the open stage and poetic paintings, the master mastered in improving the bible and the boss's comet. dante olivier's boundary for the bridge was the work of the lithuanian painter of the king and three-dimensional figures in the images of michelangelo's last judgment. the first editions have changed into painterly belts behind tails with the backs of this veliary canvas of a varta of self -made curd leftovers. they don't make out a ballet, they don't mark the place of money, but they leopardize the key until they understand what is being served on the stage. the bold uncompromising choreographer and philosopher valentin ilizarov, in his planetary food, exhibited in the earthly material that very clay, a kozmomancer from creation became a man. i realized from the first rehearsals that my main means of expression is the human body, and the human body is very specific people. talented people with whom i d