There is something magical about classical ballet. The dancers performing seemingly impossible jumps and leaps, the female ballerinas en pointe, looking light as air. I am of course well aware of all the hard work and sacrifice it takes to get there. But the magic stays non the less and even more so when it’s special Christmas performance of Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker by the wonderful St. Petersburg Festival Ballet, the Icelandic Symphony Orchestra and my daughters choir Gradualekór Langholtskirkju.
Guests arrived early. I went to the one o’clock show, since I was lucky enough to be in young company. There were quite a lot of young guests; Harpa (the house, not me) offered half price for children under 12, and many young girls and boys were attending in their Christmas finest.
The show was wonderful. It was technically superb, as one expect from a Russian company, the scenery and costumes were lovely and there was a lot of humor too. It was not a groundbreaking or revolutionizing performance in any way. It was traditional, beautiful, and I loved it.
My “little” diva and my mother after the show. I wish I had a recording of the choir singing in the Waltz of the Snowflakes. It was divine, it really was.