Do you like
Beethoven's 9th? Or
Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon? Or
Jarre's Oxygene? There are no words in either Russian or English to describe this pure and abstract kind of beauty. Any attempt to describe it as "divine" or "unearthly" is a mere acceptance of one's inability to do it. You can't reduce our love for it to our instincts or human evolution. If there is something in this world capable to shake my materialism, it is the pure beauty like in these pieces of music.
And in Evgenia's skating.
I'm puzzled by the fact that everyone is still trying to pick out some specific artistic images in her skating, or some specific passions, or references. You don't need to spoil this art with everyday fuss. This open mouth or these arm movements don't need to mean something, it's enough what she expresses as a whole. I'm afraid even Averbukh himself didn't understand it yet, but even his programs can't spoil the skating of the girl who sometimes seems to be older and wiser than anyone around her, including her coaches.