Six years ago, many a U. S. citizen who is now a self-conscious balletomane could not tell a chassé from a shag. Russian ballet troupes taught him. First they were the Monte Carlo Ballet Russe; now, after complicated schisms and reorganizations, they are the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo. From the beginning, much of their box-office success has been the work of one man. Fortnight ago, as the ballet season neared its end in Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House, that man took part in a performance of Petrouchka. A Russian greatcoat swathed his solid...
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