Katja: I had my dream again last night.
Grisha: About the stairs?
Katja: Yes. They go up and up, it's an endless stairway. I mean I never see the end of it, it gets lost up there somewhere. In a fog or a cloud or something. And I'm climbing and climbing and climbing, and I never get there. Then I fall, I slip and I roll down, faster and faster. That's the awful part of it. And then I wake up screaming. Aunt Mali says I'm having nightmares from eating too much –
Grisha: Well, that's what ballet is: a stair without an end. Holy Mother of Kazan! The time it takes before they let you do something worthwhile!"
Oh, we could blame it on our hands They lifted the drink to our mouths so we...– La Dispute (Bury Your Flame)