There was a tank in one room, inside which danced the garishly colored image of a young ballerina.

She was one of the young ballerinas in her Kirov generation nicknamed basketball players because they were so tall.

Sadly, when she was at the top, younger ballerinas had nowhere to go for so many years.

One young ballerina who is still performing wants to be prepared for the day when she will stop dancing.

As was also a Rodin bronze, four feet tall, a young ballerina seated on a tree stump.

She was on crutches and small as a young ballerina.

Neither part felt comfortable to the soft-spoken young ballerina.

She was to fill in that evening, unexpectedly, for an injured young ballerina.

Both seemed in even better form than ever and were matched easily with their young ballerinas from the Kirov.

The older he became, the more consuming his love affairs with his young ballerinas.