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Dear Red Shoes, can you imagine being loved so totally, so completely, that

you can never be replaced?

Is it possible?

Or does it only happen in fairy tales?

Even today, when I think back, I think of the three of us.

Beautiful, tortured Sasha.

Anno, the woman he loved without cease till the day he died.

And me.

The young, aspiring Ingenue head over heels in love with her mentor.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Our story begins on the day I was born, September 1st, 1939,

the day Hitler invaded Poland.

At that time, Sasha and Anna Katamazovsky were the most renowned

of Eastern Europe.

Their love was legend.

Sadly, on the night of their last performance, with German planes swarming

overhead, the unthinkable happened.

After the performance, Sasha, whose battalion had been called to the front,

knowing that even if he survived the war, life as he knew it would never be

same.

wanting to taste, to touch, and feel everything he possibly could,

weakened for one brief, tragic moment.

Sasha, I'm sorry to disturb you. I was just wondering, that back... I'm

having trouble with it.

Make sure they're long, lengthy.

Shame on you.

Shame on you!

With the war!

Five minutes, that's all we've got. We miss the train, they'll shoot us as

deserters.

How could he leave for the front without Anna's forgiveness?

Without seeing her one last time?

Without saying goodbye?

Use your body. Use your soul.

What's the matter with you? Are you frightened by women?

Fuck you. No. Fuck you.

You want to dance?

Push past your technique and concentrate and focus.

I am focused.

You call that focused?

You want me to break you apart?

Is that what you want?

You don't have the spirit.

Cry me. Cry me.

Dance. Dance.

Use your body!

Move! Move it! Come on, lift!

She has more soul in her little finger than you have in your whole body!

No, that's not right!

Doctor, leave him alone!

Thank you very much.

Thanks very much.

You were beautiful.

See you tomorrow.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Sasha.

You know you shouldn't be so hard on him.

It's just that no one has ever asked for this much out of him before.

No one's ever asked this much from you before.

But you don't seem to have a problem.

It's because I understand what you went through.

Do you?

Both my parents were in concentration camps.

They lost everyone.

You know you're very talented.

That's very nice of you to say.

Get him out of your head.

It's impossible.

Thank you.

If you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone.

Not good for you to sleep sitting up.

How did you get in?

I took a key.

I come back every night to watch you dance.

It breaks my heart to see you alone.

Tell me what you feel when you hear this music.

Love.

Betrayal.

Sorrow.

Passion.

You're too young to know about passion.

You underestimate me.

Do I?

Tell me about her.

The woman who died.

The woman you loved.

Was she like me?

Is that why you cast me?

I know it shouldn't, but it makes me jealous.

Why?

Because I want to be her.

Because I want you to love me the way you loved her.

But you can't do that, can you?

But you could pretend.

a woman, a man,

and an angel.

We all have our ghosts, Red Shoes.

You have yours.

Sasha had Anna.

And I have the memory of Sasha.

I wanted to share his passion.

And I did.

And it forever changed me.