Showing posts from January, 2012

Nikolay Aseyev: Northern lights (flight)

To my friends

Our lyres have rusted
from smoldering blood,
partingly empired
our furrowed brows.

This day with a rusted-through lyre
for my friends who are far I solo:

 “Flight of those

Touch strings'
night's moon,
blues, flows,
blow into day,
distance, haze,
on frozen ice

Laughing and verbose,
laughterer and verbalist,
stands a wordscourer
on the shoulder’s distance.

Threatening friends with a happy grin
I scream to earth’s far-flung colonists:

«Look-a-here resiliently -
The winds’ steely caprice:
Stilled in the flair,
simple and linear,
sing and jitterbug,
our shining,
the North boreal,
the snow silverine,
rainbow’s breasts,
play and jests!

Touch strings'
night's moon,
blues, flows,
blow into day,
distance, haze,
on frozen ice


Moscow Of The 60s

Moscow Of The 60s: These are photographs of Moscow found in an album that belonged to Murray Howe. The photographs reflect the city the way it was in the 60s. Enjoy! A Christmas tree in the Kremlin. Central squares. Metropol Movie Theater. A Lenin … Read more...

Novosibirsk State Academic Opera and Ballet Theatre

Novosibirsk State Academic Opera and Ballet Theatre: Novosibirsk State Academic Opera and Ballet Theatre is the largest and one of the most technically advanced theaters in Russia. Its main floor features ticket offices and vestibule; on the second floor and the third floor there is a concert … Read more...

8th symphony Dmitri Shostakovich ,allegro non troppo 'attack


Moscow of 1931 In Photos Of Branson DeCou

Moscow of 1931 In Photos Of Branson DeCou: We have already showed you photos of Moscow taken in 1909. Let us see the way the city was changed in 22 years. The photos below were taken in 1931 by Branson DeCou, a traveller, and were later colored with … Read more...

David Burlyuk: Festive Blue

A green spirit flashed boldly like a stone
Into the lake's depth where mirrors dreamt.
Look now how brightly flared the flame
Where previously nestled the dim dark.
So heartless you in me awakened sorrow
Toward the water ghosts you'd demolished.
In that flash you wished to resist absence
Above the abyss that is a festive blue.


Russian billionaire leads a London bookshop revolution

It is a literary innovation that will delight London's influx of Russians – and intrigue the intelligence services. Waterstones will open a Russian-language "bookshop" within its flagship Piccadilly store next month. Russian-speaking assistants will be recruited for the shop, which is the personal passion of Alexander Mamut, the Russian billionaire whose A&NN Group bought the high-street bookseller last year in a £53m deal. Mr Mamut, who says he enjoys reading high-quality literature in Russian and English, has named the new store "Slova", Russian for "words". It will be housed on the ground floor mezzanine level of the Piccadilly branch and contain almost 5,000 titles. Slova is expected to become a meeting point for the more literary-minded Russians in the capital. As well as stocking the classics of Russian literature – Dostoevsky, Tolstoy and Chekhov – it will showcase commercial writers such as Boris Akunin and Polina Dashkova, Russia's…

Nikolay Petrov in Recital 1988

Largely forgotten today in the music scene, Petrov would probably be considered one of today's leading pianists. His greatest weakness was his lack of many quality performances of popular and "standard" repertoire. However, those who really know great pianist playing are familiar with Petrov's outstanding recording of the orginal version of the Liszt Paganini Etudes. Other breathtaking performances of his include one of the great virtuoso performances recorded - the Saint-Saens Piano Concerto No. 2 - without orchestra. Petrov's recording makes a strong argument that his performance has more excitement and drama than any pianist with orchestra.
This recital from 1988 provides a nice glimpse of some of what made Petrov such a solid pianist and outstanding technician.

Expedition Great Northern Route. On Snowmobiles To The Center Of The USSR

Expedition Great Northern Route. On Snowmobiles To The Center Of The USSR: North. Tundra. Snow. The nearest residential area is hundreds kilometers away. Many centuries ago, ancestors of modern Khanty and Komi people used these paths carrying furs, fish and utensils. Today, we will show you an expedition on snowmobiles that tried … Read more...

Georgy Sviridov: Poem to the Memory of Sergei Yesenin. No. 3


Nicolay Khozyainov - Chopin Etude op.10 no.1

Nikolay Khozyainov was born in Blagoveshchensk in Russia. He is studying at Moscow Conservatory under professor Mikhail Voskresensky.

Nikolay is the youngest finalist of the 16th International Fryderyk Chopin Piano Competition in Warsaw in 2010, awarded with distinction. Loved by public, by critics judged as 'the most mature Chopin interpreter'.

"I am sure that this pianist will soon be known all over the world. Let us hope that we will also have an opportunity to admire Khozyainov's outstanding talent here in Poland." (D. Szwarcman, Ruch Muzyczny, 25/2010).

Evgenia Smolyaninova: The Little Bell - Однозвучно гремит колокольчик


Leningrad Philharmonic Tchaikovsky 4th Symphony

With Gennady Rozhdestvensky

Friendship in the time of terror - Nadezhda Mandelstam's unique personal tribute to poet Anna Akhmatova

Although the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova (1889–1966) never received the highest literary honour, the Nobel Prize, the veneration she enjoyed during her lifetime as well as her ever increasing posthumous fame have made her one of the luminary figures of modern Europe. Few authors of the past century have been portrayed more often in paintings, sculptures or photographs; few bodies of poetry has been more extensively translated, interpreted, recorded and illustrated; few individuals have featured more in the letters, journals or memoirs of her contemporaries. The extensive biographical chronicles of Lydia Chukovskaya, Emma Gerstein, Mikhail Ardov and other associates have helped create a larger-than-life and almost heroic image of the poet, which has become inseparable from her work.

Anna Akhmatova herself propelled this image to mythical dimensions through the consistent self-stylisation and dramatisation of her own persona. A modern-day Cassandra, she lamented, exhorted, raged. Her vie…

The Akunin-Navalny interviews

Aleksey Navalny is the most striking political figure to have emerged in Russia in recent years. I would indeed go so far as to say that he is the only genuine politician in Russia today. He provokes a wide range of reactions – enthusiastic, hostile, critical, perplexed. 

 The evolution of my own views on Navalny is quite typical. At first I had no reservations about approving of him, because his story was so good: a young lawyer who singlehandedly, and using purely legal means, challenged a monstrously corrupt system, and forced it to back off with its tail between its legs. I was then terribly disappointed and alarmed when Navalny took part in a ‘Russian March’. Aha! So was he a nationalist? Or an unscrupulous populist? Or simply muddle-headed? In which case his ever growing popularity could make him dangerous. 

So I kept watching this young politician and thinking that we should try to get to the bottom of this phenomenon. 

We met during the preparations for a protest rally, and I su…

The Moving Tide of Abundance: Petersburg by Andrey Bely

In a chapter of his memoir, Speak, Memory, Nabokov tells of his nocturnal wanderings through St Petersburg. Real darkness and artificial light conspire to make foreign his surroundings. “Solitary street lamps were metamorphosed into sea creatures with prismatic spines”; “various architectural phantoms arose with silent suddenness”; “great, monolithic pillars of polished granite (polished by slaves, repolished by the moon, and rotating smoothly in the polished vacuum of the night) zoomed above us.” The whole scale is recalibrated, all perspective redrawn, but the young Nabokov laps it up, feeling “a cold thrill” and “Lilliputian awe” as he stops to contemplate “new colossal visions” rising up before him. He is thrown by these hall-of-mirrors distortions but not entirely surprised to be so—after all, he is in “the world’s most gaunt and enigmatic city.”

This was 1915 and Nabokov was not the only writer to consider the city enigmatic. One year later, Andrei Bely’s Petersburg was published…

Rostropovich and Richter - Beethoven: Sonatas for Cello and Piano (Edinbur...


Osip Mandelstam: The Bread is Poisoned

The bread is poisoned, air is sipped up:
It’s hard to tend to open wounds!
Poor Joseph being sold to Egypt
Would feel less wretched in his bonds.
Under pitch-dark star-studded heavens
Astride the horses with eyes shut
The Bedouins make fiery ballads
Of steps recalled from daily rut.
Mundane events feed inspiration:
A quiver lost among vast sands,
A stallion bartered – the occasions
As foggy muddiness disband.
And if intense and earnest singing 
Expands one’s breast and fills the heart,
All vanish – there reign supremely 
The stars, the distance and the bard!


Russia’s best-kept literary secret - A writer’s sense of his own importance

Commenting on recent protests in Russia, award-winning novelist Mikhail Shishkin is rather pessimistic. He compares the country to “a metro train that travels from one end of a tunnel to the other – from order-dictatorship to anarchy-democracy, and back again.”
Shishkin’s own novels transcend the narrowly political, exploring instead the underlying human narratives of history. His works are in every sense long overdue for translation, and the time is finally here: Shishkin is the only novelist to have won the Russian Booker, Big Book and National Bestseller awards, as well as a legion of other prestigious prizes, and yet his work remains almost unknown in the English-speaking world. Shishkin has been compared to numerous great writers, including Anton Chekhov, Vladimir Nabokov and James Joyce. He laughs at critics’ need to find literary similarities, but admits that Chekhov has been influential, along with Leo Tolstoy and Ivan Bunin, from whom Shishkin said he learned not to compromis…

Scriabin Etude op 8 no 12 by Evgeny Kissin