21 January 2008. Gray with rain with sun. With rain. Greg running up sidewalk, small camera in hand. Even today, possibilities...
Sergey Zadvorny. Anchored gracefully just to the right of the Blüthner, parlor of Princess N. Low-lit sconces, a bank of candles. He nods subtly to Tatiana--Tatiana--seated alongside, and there Leporello comes alive: voglio fare il gentiluomo...e non voglio piú servir... His basso cantante--singing--a mathematician from the drafty dormitories of Dnepropetrovsk, via Kharkov, Odessa, the conservatory.... A young boy on the edge of the Black Sea, swimming in the churning tide. Thracia, Scythia, Tauris. The Borysthenes, flowing south. Chersonesus, Theodosia. Un mondo entero--all within reach, all forgotten...
"You must know everything..."
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