2 April 2010. April chill, gray skies, moments of rain...
The impossibility of drawing someone, least of all Sergei Abramov in this 1936 production of Figaro. Or following the intricacies of a plot by Beaumarchaise--picked up by Mozart for intricacies of his own. The three figures on a stage, robust Russian women with plain dresses and bare arms--linked with Comrade Abramov through a hidden story...
Shepherds of the moment--a sly glance, unabashed longing...
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