Afghan chat rooms. In back of the ticket booth were two doors with shiny brass handles leading to the inside of the theater.
On the front of the theater were two large posters of a woman in a graceful ballet pose wearing a short, pink fluffy skirt, white tights and pink toe shoes and the name Anna Polovna printed in bold black letters.There was also a large poster leaning on an easel -Swan Lake-Tonight at Eight.” I looked at Carla and could see her startled eyes as she read the signs and stared at the theater. “I don’t believe my eyes. I never expected to see this theater,” I said. “This is unreal.
It’s freaking me out.” Carla’s eyes were wide open. “I wonder if Anna is inside.” I was unable to take my eyes off of the posters.“There’s one way to find out,” Carla said. Afghan chat rooms.