Dancing Back From The Grave

First facts Eve.

Eve born, Eve dead.
I was born in 1997, in Moscow, I believe, for the second time in my life, Or for the first one in my second life, or however it wants to be interpreted, that does not really matter, what matters is that I have been born twice. How? No idea. I just remember the day when it happened, the day of my death, my first death, in my first life.

It was raining, a rainy day, the black horses where everywhere and my blue dress was wet. Somebody had called my name, which of course was not eve, because eve is my actual name, not the one of that other life. The person who had called me was an old man, calling, intensely, "Shelley, Shelley, come inside or you will get a cold".
He said that, so my conclusion, after years, that Shelley was my name of my first life.

And how did I found out that I was once death? Well, it was very normal, I mean, every single night since I have memory in this life, I've had the same dream, the rainy day, with the black horses, the old man calling me and I was in Russia. I was not Eve Petrovskah, Daughter of Rebekah Petrovskah and sister of Rakhel Petrovskah, I was just Shelley, the girl that felt like was the protagonist of a dramatic spectacle where it was me with a public of unknown people crying for my death.
Over Life I've had many conclusions of why I still remember my death, when I was just a toddler, I thought God had forgotten to erase my whole memory of my past life and had left my dramatic death, that when I was that age, it was a total nightmare to die every single night. I had also the theory, at 13, that I was a vampire that was death every night, because you see, when you are that age, vampires are the top of cool, everyone had the dream of being a vampire. I was just another girl that was dead and did not know why or how and her only hypothesis that was comforting to hear was that she was a vampire. But now the hypothesis is another, you'll see.

Each night, I tried to remember more stuff about the image, it was raining and... Oh, yeah, I was running with my blue wet dress, I was chasing one of the black horses, I was trying to reach it but the rain and the cold blinded my eyes. My hands where dirty and I did not wanted to go inside the house because I wanted to reach the horse.
In the dream, or the day of my death, I constantly could hear a melody played in a
piano or in an organ, softly, like in a shy way, but what is the matter of that?
Well, at age six, my aunt Kher traveled from Dublin to my home in Moscow, for my birthday and the celebration had taken place in my grandfathers house, where he had an enormous harp. In my family the only one who played harp was Kher, and for my birthday she played a little melodic theme that was exactly the one from my death dream, but how could she know? Did people in Dublin heard other persons dreams? How? Did my aunt had superpowers? So simply I asked her. She, honestly answered that my bigger sister Rakhel tried to imitate me when I was less than a year because I whispered the song when I was going to sleep, and that Rakhel simplilly imitated me because the melody was sweet.
I know I was dead, actually I remember more stuff about the day, I mean, When I was chasing one of the black horses, I passed by a ballet shop, actually, I passed through Quentin's, an actual ballet shop that is near my house in Moscow.

I stopped, there, in Quentin's ballet shop, and while other girls stopped in the heel shop, I didn't, I stopped at Quentin's and stared, for about two minutes, in front of a Gray ballet trousers, a pear of black ballerina shoes, and that was like the beauty of my dream, because, since I remember I've always loved ballet.

It was 1965, I know that because the shop besides Quentin's had an advise that said "new collection summer 1965" so I died in July or June. Shelley was not an American girl, she was Russian, because Quentin's only exists in Moscow, but she liked America indeed, she had a pin of Americas flag on her chest and as it was 1965 it was the Cold War, but, why'd she like America being a Russian in those times?

My death was here in Moscow, so I was also a Russian girl in that life, plus, apparently I also loved ballet in that time, which is nice I think, but what I know almost certainly, is that I have a similar personality to Shelley, so much that you at as similar to no one as me and Shelley, we are pretty similar, ballet, Moscow and.... The horses. Two years ago, my sister gave a beautiful black horse, which I named Quentin, in honour to the ballet shop, which actually is more than that.When I was very little, I did not know a lot about ballet, but in my dream the ballet shop was always showing and I liked that a lot. as you may know, Russia is like the worlds ballet capital, and well, I was just two or three years old and I really really wanted to practice ballet, so I told my mom and we talked with a  guy that worked at quentins and he told us that Quentin's first floor was a ballet shop but that second, was a ballet academy. I was really happy but the price was very expensive for my mother to pay, and the academy was full so they could not receive me, that made me really really sad. About a year later, one cousin started working as a ballet clothes seller in Quentin's, so she got me an entrance and it was free for the first 5 years, and if my cousin keeps working there for more than 5 years the price would be at half.

Then, at age four I started Baby's-PreBallet at Quentin's. My teacher said I was a very talented girl, she was really surprised with my movement quality and my fast learning skills, so she wanted to promote me to the next ballet level before the required age, and that was very exciting for me. I agreed to the promotion and passed to PreBallet, with girls that where two years older than me, and more requiremenus. The other girls bullied me for being little and compared to them, a little premature to be at that level. Each day I came home very sad because, no matter how good was I, the other girls bullied me, so my mom got ver offended and talked with the teacher so she changed something, but suddenly, this teacher had a militar way to teach ballet, and she told my mom that that was the best way for me to learn and understand things. My mom got really offended with the answer the women said, and decided to pull me out of the academy.
The  death was for me a total nightmare and during the day, but with the ballet, I got distracted and that made me very happy, but now that my mom just pulled me out, the heavy death dream took place in my mind modest of the time, and that was really not nice, so one night, I scaped to Quentin's and practiced one hour of ballet with my other teacher that stayed in the nights to practice, before my mother arrived from work, then I started scraping once in a month, once in a week and then, every single day, that until I became 7,  almost three years scaping every day until one day my mom had arrived earlier from work, and caught me scaping through the window so she entered un my room, softly and lightly like a raccoon and when I was going to touch the floor of the patio she said, "eve?" As I didn't expected her I stop hanging from the window's border and fell, and actually passed out for 4 minutes, in those minutes my death dream became the show star and the pain was the co-protagonist, again black horses, men calling me, Quentin's shop, and.... Yea, there was a big billboard saying "With MilkCookies we help your children to stay healthy during war!" So we actually were in the Cold War and sh wanted to be American? What?