oggbashan
Dying Truth seeker
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"In the middle is standing Natasha;
All the men are beginning to pant.
When she dances, her shoulders, they vibrate,
And when she's singing, you see that she can't."
(from Kretchma, a song about a Russian Cafe in NY)
One of my local Indian Restaurants has Russian dancers once a month (and Turkish Belly Dancers, Elvis impersonator, Abba clones etc.).
If only the entertainment was good enough to detract from the dreadful food. But it isn't.
When we used to have foreign students on exchange visits we had a 'French boy from Montmartre' - but he wasn't French. He was the son of a Bulgarian song and dance duo who were performing as Russians.
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