In the Teatro Comunale in ancient Florence one night last spring, it seemed to the swank audience watching the Monte Carlo Ballet Russe, part of the city's "Musical May" festival, that Dancer Leonide Massine was behaving oddly indeed. Dark, wiry, as fleet-footed as ever for his years (40), the maître de ballet and choreographer of the famed troupe did not appear to have his mind entirely on his work. He kept glancing toward the wings, grimacing and nodding at someone offstage. When the curtain fell, Massine hastened backstage. There, summoned by urgent telegrams...
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