Felix Cherniavsky - Undated Clippings

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Maud Allan 249b 51 2008-1-27.jpg
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Felix Cherniavsky - Undated Clippings

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| People sometimes scof at the idea of a ballet being inspired , but I think it is impossible to deny inspiration to the great ballet dancers of Russia and the Orien And it is the same with the individual dancer , considered as an interpretative artist , apart from the Ballet . I doubt whether any scoffer has remained unconvinced who has had an opportunity of studying closely the art of such a dancer , say , as Maud Allan , the Canadian choreographic artist who , some years ago , won for herself a unique place among the interpretative dancers of the day . Take for instance , Miss Allan's reading of Chopin's " Marche Funèbre " . The world's great tragediennes have been few . Tragedy demands the highest histrionic powers for its perfect interpretation . What Maud Allan does in this dance is to visualize for us the tragic moment with a poignancy and a realism that thrill the imagination and stir the heart profoundly . 華 a The figure is eloquent of grief . The long , trailing veil adds a striking colour - note . To the slow meas ure of the march the body moves slowly , as though overburdened with a weight of woe . The arms are stretched upward in passionate appeal . They drop again in the desolation of despair . The lips quiver and move ; the face is tense with anguish . The head droops ; the whole body crouches down in torture of sorrow . It is as if the very Spirit of Tragedy itself stood before you , silent , immobile , doomed . The woman who can create such a figure , who can convey to you such a picture of awful loneliness of 234