Pushkin. It's Winter, 1936, in New York. A party is in full swing. And everyone is having a good time.

Drinking and dancing, the cigarette smoke was so dense they could barely see each other.

The place is full of artists, wearing patched up woolen suits and cheap sequined dresses, jiving as fast

as they can just to keep warm.

This is Mary Gabriel who who wrote Night Street Women.

Life outside on the streets was difficult because it was still the depression.

Life inside their studios was difficult, but inside that dance hall they could let it all go.

They would buy bottles of booze,

get together and have just a raucous good time.

In the middle of the crowd is a woman in her late 20s.

Short Bob, Net stockings, heels. She's effortlessly dancing rings around everyone

else. Lee Krasner has got rhythm.

Dancing was one of the passions of her life and she took it very seriously. Lee knows she's turning heads and not just because of her quick feet.

Lee's painting had got people's attention. Even in art classes, other students would keep their eye on what Lee was doing.

While she was on the dance floor, a young man stumbled into her,

mumbled something about wanting to dance. She looks up,

skeptically. A handsome young man, muscular, someone Lee might have actually been

attracted to. She's never seen him before, must be new on the scene, but he's kind of her type.

Until he stepped on her feet, burped in her face, and ended his dance floor seduction with the question,

do you like to fuck?

Lee pushed him away and that was the end of that.

But that's not the last she'll see of him. Not quite. In five years time she'll meet him again and this time to everyone's surprise they fall in love.

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