В пандан к изложенной Фифи истории о том, как вся британская пресса горячо сочувствовала Руди, который никак не мог попасть в Австралию к Эрику. Кусочек из мемуаров Антона Долина - НЕ КИНОКРИТИКА, а английского балетного танцовщика, который под своим настоящим именем фигурирует в фике, который я сейчас пишу:
I once gave a big cocktail party there. All the guests were indoors because that afternoon and evening it never stopped
raining. Frankly, I thought few of my guests would brave the elements, but they did. Everyone wanted to see and meet
Rudolf Nureyev. ‘When is Nureyev coming?’ was the constant question.
I was talking to Constance Hope, with my back to the door leading to the salon. ‘Pat, who’s the gangster behind you?’ she asked suddenly. Oh God, I thought. That’s all I need — a hold-up, my guests robbed at gunpoint, and a charming Monte Carlo scandal!
A tap came on my shoulder. I expected a knife in my back, when a voice said, ‘Anton, I am late. I have been to see Eric off at the airport. I am here, very wet, and can do with a drink.’
Руди такой честный "Опоздал на прием, потому что провожал своего в аэропорт".