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Music that sounds. And pulls you by the invisible threads, makes you respond, swing in time, drumming your fingers on the table, softly humming under your breath or almost screaming, in company, in the whole neighborhood: “It’s time, let’s rejoice in your age …” Let’s rejoice or be sad. We laugh or cry. Continue reading
He painted, played the violin and even studied at the same time at the Polytechnic Institute and the musical college. But the creative fate of Oleg Lundstrem, probably, was determined on that very day, when a 12-year-old boy, carried away by the foxtrot, painted the score for the trio: melody, bass, accompaniment. Continue reading
Lyudmila Zykina before the scene passed a real labor school – turner, nurse, seamstress. But at the audition in the choir of Pyatnitsky, the 18-year-old Lyudmila was chosen from among 400 contenders. So the oldest choir of Russia became for Zykina the first singing school.
“Honored Ordzhonikidzovets” Continue reading