As the lights dimmed, the curtain opened, and the evening show officially began. However, the performance of the first act made the young men of the "reverse cross" not very energetic. Yes, who wants to see where the prince and his mother and his attendants go around. And the ballet is still very different from the movie or Broadway musical that the lads are familiar with, it has no lines at all, and all the plot has to be expressed by music and body language. There is direct dialogue in the movie, there is singing in the musical, but in the ballet, there is no language. So much so that the boys only saw a few people turning around and turning around on the stage, and what was going on, but they couldn't understand it at all. So some people were so bored that they dozed off. So much so that Ron had to be reminded of this: pay attention to your image, and don't let the Russians see you as a hillbilly who doesn't understand art.

The performance of the people in the audience, especially the performance of those beautiful ** people sitting in the front row, of course, the Russians have seen it. But they're used to it now. Of course, Americans are not all dirt buns who don't understand art, but Americans' taste for art is obviously different from that of old Europe. Ballet, which is too much of an ivory tower, is far less popular in the United States than it was in the Soviet Union.

And in general, the American soldiers were quite polite. At least not like when you watch a movie, eating popcorn while watching.

In a dreary mood, the first act ended, and the pilots began to chatter about $1$ book$ reading $ novels (.( yb)(d)(u).) Chirping and chatting, looking forward to the beginning of the second act, in which the heroine and the other swans are about to play.

……

With the well-known music, the four little swans are dancing on the stage. The first one on the left is Nadya, then Natasha, then ...... Well, the girl, and the girl in the back, Ron, can't remember the name clearly.

Nadya danced as she scanned the audience below. This is what ballet dancers must do: make eye contact with the audience. Suddenly, she noticed a familiar figure in the front row of the audience.

Nadya smiled so much that her dance movements were affected and slowed down by a half-beat. She quickly lowered her eyes to catch up with the beat of her companions.

"Ron, do you see, sir, that beautiful woman is smiling at me?" Bunge, who was sitting next to Ron, patted Ron, "Well, she's sluggish in her movements, she must have been fascinated by me." After Act II, there's a long break, right? Why don't we take advantage of this time...... You see, the beauty smiled at me again. Bunge quickly stretched out his right hand and shook it gently at Nadya.

As the dance steps changed, Nadya jumped to the edge of the stage again, and after taking a moment, she looked towards where Ron was doing, and just in the middle of the spin, she saw Ron sitting there, smiling at her. So on the next spin, she smiled sweetly at Ron, and then she saw someone waving at her beside Ron......

"Nadya, be attentive!" Natasha's voice rang in my ears.

Nadya was taken aback, quickly gathered her thoughts, and began to dance seriously.

……

Act 2 has a long intermission that allows the audience to take advantage of the opportunity to move around. Ron also left his seat, ready to go backstage to take a look - since everyone had recognized him, it was natural to go over and say hello.

The backstage is busy right now, some people are busy changing clothes, some people are busy changing sets. Most of these people had been on the same plane as Ron, so they all knew him. So when the busy people passed by him, they all greeted him.

"Hi General Ron, hello!"

"Hey, General, see you again!"

"Trouble let's ...... Oh, it's you, General! I'm sorry, I'm still busy, I need to ...... this thing."

"General, you're here to find Nadya, Nadya is changing her clothes. Just a little bit. A voice came from behind. Ron turned his head to see Natasha, dressed in a swan costume, smiling at him.

At this time, the door of the small locker room next to it suddenly opened, and Nadya leaned out half of her body and beckoned to Ron, with a smile on her face: "Ron, are you looking for me?" I'll be fine right away. Then she stuck out her little tongue and immediately retracted, and the door to the dressing room shut.

After a while, the door of the dressing room opened gently, and Nadya, who was dressed in a swan dance suit, poked her head out of it, looked left and right, and saw that many people were looking at her, she lowered her head slightly, but her neck was slightly red. She paused, then walked over anyway.

"You've been waiting for a long time, haven't you?" Nadya said.

"Not long." Ron said.

"But do you know, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and the last time I was on the plane, you said ......" Nadya curled her mouth slightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied.

"Nadya, hurry up, it's your turn to play soon!" Someone is shouting.

"I'll be right here!" Nadya turned around, answered, then turned to Ron and said, "I'm coming, I'm glad you came to see me......"

"Nadya, hurry up!"

"It's coming, it's coming!" Nadya turned around again and answered, "I'm really leaving." She smiled at Ron and turned to run over there. After running two steps, she turned around and smiled at Ron, "We'll be talking after the show!" Then he jumped away like a little deer.

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When Ron returned to his seat, the third act had already begun for a while, but the seats of Bunge and several other pilots were still empty.

"Where have they gone?" Ron asked one of the pilots next to him softly.

"Sir, they went to buy roses. Just now, Bunge and a few perverts drilled backstage together, but they were blocked back. But these boys still didn't give up, and they heard that when the show was over, all the actors would come out for a curtain call, so they planned to buy a lot of roses, so that they could go up and give them flowers when the time came. ”

As he spoke, he saw Bunge and the other two pilots each come in with two large bags of roses. In this case, they may have bought out all the roses in the nearby flower shops.

"Ron, you're not very interesting." Bunge sat down as he placed two large bags of roses at his feet. Seeing that Ron was already sitting next to him, he said to Ron, "A man sneaked into the backstage and didn't take us in...... In addition, those managers are really not good, why do they let you in, but they don't let us in! ”

"I know the people of this ballet company," Ron replied, "and I flew with them from Russia to America on the same plane." ”

"Oh my God, sir, you actually have such an affair. Flying with such a large group of beauties, well, I calculate, you should have been on a plane together for days, right? Did you have any romantic stories? Tell us about it! ”

"Bunge, don't rush to dig ** yet. You'd better lament for yourself first! Another pilot interjected, "You were bragging about a beautiful woman winking at you." I'm sure you're making a fool of yourself by now - someone must be flattering Lord Ron! ”

"Oh, sir, that's not true, is it? It's brutal. Bunge put on an exaggerated, pained expression. But this sadness was immediately shattered by another sentence he asked: "Boss, what's the name of that girl?" What does it taste like? …… Oh my God, you haven't tasted someone yet, have you? ”

As he spoke, he carefully observed Ron's face. "It seems to be mostly true. Boss, I sympathize with you! After a while, the boss you take the flowers up, and then ask her out for a dance, and then have some meaty words, plus one or two small gifts, to ensure that you can get her directly, women like these vain things the most. ”

"Okay, don't talk too much! Pay attention to the occasion, pay attention to the image, and don't let the Russians see us all as hillbillies like you who don't understand art! ”

……

"Did you make a mistake when you came on stage to lay flowers just now?" Walking along the evening breeze boulevard, Nadya took Ron's arm and walked slowly, "It stands to reason that you are the officer who leads the team, and you should give flowers to the heroine." ”

"That's the rule of your Soviet Union, right?" "Our rule here is to give flowers to whoever wants to give flowers. I think your performance is the best. So I'm going to give you flowers. ”

"It's an obvious lie, or your art appreciation is very bad." Nadya raised her little face and looked at Ron, "I'm not dizzy when I'm praised by others?" You know, the heroine of our group is Ulanova. That's the best actress ever since ballet. You see how well she plays the two roles of white swan and black swan. I can barely play the white swan, but I can't find the feeling of the black swan at all. Nadya furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and her little nose shrugged.

Ron couldn't help it, and reached out and scratched Nadya's little nose: "What do you think, you're already very good." When Ulanova was your age, she was probably not as good as you. ”

"Who said that? When she was 16 years old, Ms. Ulanova was already much better than I am now. You haven't seen "The Death of a Swan" danced by Ms. Ulanova. That's so elegant. If I could have a third of this, I'd ...... Nadya's eyes full of little stars.

"Then you can learn from her." Ron smiled, "I'm optimistic about you, your talent is good." As for the black swan, you can ask her for a secret. ”

"Well, I'll try." Nadya quietly leaned closer to Ron, "You know, Teacher Ulanova said that the secret is: a girl who has never been in love can't play a black swan ......."