Nijinsky's widow, who wrote of him in 1934, continues her devoted chronicle in all its hopes and despairs and desperate attempts to shelter and protect her mentally sick husband. There is the decision to submit him to insulin shock, and the results that justified such a course; the coming of World War II which meant the loss of all nursing companions and the necessity to leave Switzerland; the years in Hungary, and- with the invasion, retreat to Sopron where an idyllic existence was somehow fabricated and Nijinsky's continued calmness seemed a miracle; and then there was the liberation when the rule of the Russians brought Nijinsky further into reality. Eventually they came under the International Command and the American Zone and made their way to England where it seemed they might have peace. But housing troubles and Nijinsky's health had their end in his sudden death. A touching account of a women's determination that a great artist and the man she loved should not suffer as long as she was able to take care of him taken on certain distortion against its background of world disaster. For balletomanes as well as the biographically minded.