We know we're in big trouble when Valeri physically twists his eyebrows into a frown. He and Tatiana are classically trained in the old Russian style - academic, yet elegant and graceful. It must be so hard for Valeri to watch us slaughter his choreography - we clomp around as if we are some sort of clumsy parallel universe. English is his third, maybe fourth language, and in spite of valiant efforts to decipher what he's trying to say, very often it all gets lost in translation. It's quite amusing to hear his take on certain words. I never knew "pause" was pronounced Pow-sah. I've got to learn Russian.
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