White Nights Baryshnikov (Vysotsky "Horses")

Nikolai Rochenko (Baryshnikov) is a Russian ballet dancer who 8 years earlier had defected to the West. He is in a plane flying over Russia when a malfunction forces the plane to land in Russia where the authorities hold him. Galina Ivanova (Helen Mirren) is in cahoots with the KGB to convince Rochenko to stay in the country and take up his former position as a celebrated Russian dancer.

In this scene she describes what his life could in Russia but Rochenko counters that he wants to be free and scream what he feels, like Vysotsky (the singer) does in his songs. She is overcome not only by recognizing the strength of Rochenkos argument but by the artistry and liberation of his dance.

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Music

Tags:

• short
• film
• vysotsky
• Baryshnikov
• Russian
• Mirren
• dance

[aharz1]

@GreatSageGenesis I don't mean Baryshnikov, I'm referring to Helen Mirren, but hey, thanks anyway, it's good to have a "Fuck You" at least once a day.

[killya67]

M.Baryshnikov he is the best dancer in the world!, instensely graceful and still so ingredibly maskuline.

Very nice video.

[Dwightinho56]

Nice to register tatt this old movie has become iconic and interest a new dance generation. You can mention numerous incredibly talented dancers in the world, but none comes in the package of Baryshnikov. He is the complete dancer. i have had the pleasure of dancing in his vicinity.

[billurayata]

Ninchick40 thank you so much for the translation, I have been wondering about it since I first saw this movie when it was first released, Baryshnikov is my idol, he's the best.

[astclair]

@loulie1997

She knew the dance, knew what he was doing, knew how good he was. So good,

[DasLadyMary]

@kjsh987 Yeah it was like he was ice skating wtf?? he's amazing!!! perfect!!!

[kjsh987]

is like he were on ice.

[ninchik40]

You are never late arriving if you visit the Almighty,

Why, then, are the angels singing with their voices, vexed and frightful?

Or, perhaps, it is the harness bells so deep in sobbing drown,

Or, perhaps, it’s me who’s begging flying horses to slow down?

Don’t you fly so fast, my horses, slow - to a trot not so brisk!

Don’t concede to the whip, to the thong!

But my horses are so wayward, being so hard to please,

Leaving me no time for a life, for a song...

[ninchik40]

Don’t you fly so fast, my horses, slow - to a trot not so brisk!

Don’t concede to the whip, to the thong!

But my horses are so wayward, being so hard to please,

Leaving me no time for a life, for a song...

I will let horses drink, I will die in a wink,

So before I might sink Let me sing On the brink...

[ninchik40]

I will let horses drink, I will die in a wink,

So before I might sink Let me sing On the brink...

I will perish: like a feather off the hand I will be blown,

In the sleigh my steeds will drag me on a bleak and cold morning...

Don’t you run so fast, my horses, slow down, make it slow!

To my last resort don’t hurry, please, prolong the final journey!

[ninchik40]

Wayward horses There’s a precipice beside me. On the brink of it I’m driving In a sleigh that’s pulled by horses - I am whipping, I am lashing; I drink mist and gulp the currents - hard against the wind I’m striving And enjoy a nasty feeling: “There’s my end where I am dashing!” Don’t you fly so fast, my horses, slow - to a trot not so brisk! Don’t concede to the whip, to the thong! But my horses are so wayward, being so hard to please, Leaving me no time for a life, for a song...