A whole book can be written about the fate of this amazing woman. An American dancer who conquered the world with her plasticity and style of performance. A representative of the hostile West, who was honored with an invitation from the Soviet government. The wife of Sergei Yesenin. A mother who lost her own and adopted other people's children. Organizer of a dance school in Moscow in the hungry post-revolutionary years.
The great dancer died tragically, predicting her own death a few seconds before the tragedy. This is how it was ...
September 14, 1927. Nice.
It was very hot, and blue steam rose from the hot asphalt. Isadora wore a light dress adorned with a red silk scarf.
Some of the former fans saw Isadora, could not resist admiration and applauded violently. Isadora raised her hand invitingly.
- Adieu, mes atis! Le vais a la gloire! (Goodbye my friends! I'm going to fame! - fr)
And only then, after a few minutes, many of those who heard this phrase realized that it was prophetic.
The open car Bugatti jerked abruptly and suddenly stopped. The chauffeur waved his hand in disappointment - he didn't think that at the most inopportune moment the engine would go awry. The wind caught the edge of Isadora's long scarf, lifted it up and lowered it over the side of the car, right into the spokes of the wheel.
The next second the car rushed forward again - the driver coped with the flabby engine. The scarf, twisted with knitting needles, tore Isadora's head, hammered her into the side ... The driver pressed the gas pedal for a few more seconds, not understanding why the car had started to junk again. And only then I realized what was the matter. But Isadora Duncan was already dead.
The arriving doctor confirmed this.
“She died instantly, ” he threw up his hands sadly, “nothing can be done. The fabric of the scarf fractured the spine and severed the carotid artery.
To free Isadora's head, the scarf entangled in the wheel had to be cut into several pieces.
The car that killed Isadora Duncan was sold for a fantastic sum at that time - two hundred thousand francs. Isadora was buried in Paris, at the Pere Lachaise cemetery.
A wreath of roses from the Soviet mission was placed on the coffin. On the black ribbon was inscribed in gold: "From the heart of Russia, which grieves for Isadora."
Shortly before her death, journalists asked about her most wonderful period in her life. "Of course, Russia, of course, Yesenin, " Isadora replied.