My attention is drawn to the dancers of the corps de ballet. Their hopes and triumphs, pain and fatigue, enthusiasm and courage, and incredible work done for the sake of art turn out to be in the lens. On the stage, ballerinas in identical tutus look like a single whole, but here, behind the stage, the object of observation is their fragmentation, when each is busy with his own business. I like to grab one ballerina from the corps de ballet cloud, catching only her inherent identity. Or, on the contrary, confuse the attention of the observer by arranging the frame so that there are many accents in it.