The Mariinsky’s performance on Friday night was honourable: Ekaterina Kondaurova an eloquent Odette, a vivid Odile, the dance pure in its lines. Her Siegfried was Yevgeny Ivanchenko, dutiful in all things, oddly remote in manner. The legion of swan-maidens spoke of elegance of means, vital traditions, impeccable style. The third act mazurka was a marvel. Splendid decors. A fine orchestra.
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