She had cared for him, her eyes said, just a little bit. Her expression had a touch of wistfulness, and somewhere through the air he heard Vysotsky's anguished singing of "Horses." The singer's pained shouts were a perfect pairing to Desmond's inability to stop the unfolding of the inevitable. In all reality, there was a beauty in the doomed affair. He would savor his pain and write an award-winning poem of it later. He silently began it with that last look:
Goodbye, razor-sharp cheekbones;
your cut left me breathlessly bleeding!
From the movie "White Nights" - Mikhail Baryshnikov dances to Vysotsky's, "Horses." (That's the fabulous Helen Mirren there as well, sobbing at Misha's dancing brilliance.)
P.S. I was a Russian major back when this film first came out and I went and saw it EIGHT times. I was so in love with the Russian language and Baryshnikov!