28 December 2009. Morning chill, layers of white down, hood...
An evening with Sergey, invigorated and at his best, songs from Glinka, Shubert, Mozart, Brahms--a fragment of Handel on Jack's worthy upright, Sergey's frock-coat form leaning deeply into each note. Image of a bird--ptitsa--Nestor Vasil'yevich Kukol'nik--do I have this right?--a bird on the wing, Sergey in his perfect moment of theater, just before beginning, reaching up with an open hand...
Then after, gathered at two skewed tables, champagne, a toast, platters of Klara's Armenian spinach pie, beet salad vinegret (svyokla), in simple bowl, from Tatyana's mother, who speaks with Roma in her beautifully clear Silver-age diction--studies of language, history, philosophy, science--borders shifting with each decade, with each breath...
Physics, taking flight...
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Sergey Zadvorny, the noted Russian-born basso cantante
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