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The hall is full, the boxes flashing,

The stalls and armchairs are in boil,

The circle top with clapping splashes,

A curtain rustles in a whirl.

Airy, magnificent and brilliant,

And to a fiddlestick obedient

Istomina stands in a crowd

Of nymphs, who make a nice background.

One of her feet touches the floor,

The other circles fairy light,

She suddenly jumps and is in flight,

Like fluff produced by Aeolus blow;

Now twists her waist, and now untwists,

By one quick foot the other beats.