Marina and Sergei wrote a novel of their own in the caustically critical world of competitive ice dancing in the 80's AND 90's. Sergei, ever the dashing and dapper Southern gentleman (is there such a thing as Southern Russia?) to Marina's aristocratically correct techniqery (i've been watching to much Stephen Cobert - I'm inventing words now), delighted American audiences as an ICE Dancing Couple in Waiting, but lost us with a series of confused artistic statements as World Champs. They Tangoed toe-to-toe with the French/Canadian Ducheneys atop the World podium for years, before nailing their legacy with an unforgettable vampire-ish 1992 Olympic free dance (which I still need to have explained to me -- it's so artistic I haven't figured it out yet). Still a delightful couple, they are contributing now to American ice dancing in the San Francisco area. Since the Olympic performance is already posted elsewhere, I chose this piece to EXPRESS their ESSENCE!!!! (with a flourish!!!)
