Five women knelt in front of the shiny white carpet downstage — the sound of water running accompanied this — and in unison they peered down, as if looking into a stream. With a slow series of moves they seemed to be scooping up water, admiring themselves, lounging with their heads in the water and their hair spread out.
As the scenes changed, the women paced impassively through the space, or ran for their lives. Then the music moved into a two-note ostinato that reminded me of the snow scene in Petrouchka, and the women scudded into the space as if blown by a wind. Over the ostinato, a jazzy rhythm began, and for a moment I thought a celebration was in progress, but the dance ended in a growing darkness, with one woman coming forward and the others seated in a row, backs to the audience, hugging their knees.
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