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the little girl held her broom tightly as the dancers, in a cloud of perfume, whisked by on the way to the main stage. the child was 13 years old, and from a poor family. she worked washing the floors in a theater. tonight’s performance was a ballet, which a famous company was to perform. the star of the show was a famous ballerina. backstage was crowded with theater personnel, costume workers, lighting technicians, and reporters from every local periodical dashed around.
the little girl hid behind the curtain. from this perspective, she could see the famous ballerina dancing. every movement was an incredibly beautiful phenomenon, every movement was perfect. the girl felt the dance penetrate her soul. the star ballerina came off stage, and bumped into the little girl. the girl felt she would perish from embarrassment, realizing that she might be fired from her job as a penalty. at first the sight before the ballerina could only perplex her. a dirty little girl, staring up at her in adoration. however, the ballerina seemed to perceive what was going on, and slowly took a silk flower from her dress, and handed it to me. then and there i found my permanent goal. i, the little cleaning girl, would learn to dance.
when i first made my petition, the owner of the dance school thought i was a pest. however, he was a good man, about to retire on a big pension, and so he agreed to let me study dance a few mornings per week, and in exchange i would sweep the floors of his studio. so by day i washed floors, and practiced dancing at the studio, and by night i washed floors at the theater, and would secretly peer out and watch the ballerinas perform. my years of study were years of perpetual hard work, i was tired from all of the washing and sweeping, and my peers would persecute me horribly. i saved money for months to buy my first pair of dancing shoes. every time i felt pessimistic, i just remembered the night that the beautiful star ballerina gave me her flower. this image could peel away the exhaustion i felt, and the ability to persevere would slowly permeate me. on the night of my first performance, i pinned to my dress the silk rose that the ballerina had given me. as the curtain went up, i was filled with joy.