20 April 2010. Gray clouds, racing high. Rain though the night...
Struggling drawing--that's how it is, sometimes. Too many glimpses of too many figures from the past. Aunt Ruth for one--but more on my mother's frame. Here--girl at edge of screen in Lyubimy Gorod, at the very end of the song... Turning away, thoughts of what's to come...
Mark Bernes--his jaunty face, at the piano, filmed in 1939--singing of home...
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Tone of the different stanzas. First, in the voice of a crooner--major-minor, with an American lilt. The second, a Russian folk march--launching in, even and upbeat, ending on lyric note. The third--positive and unforgettable 2/4 bounce--the folk march with even fuller spirit--again resolving into slower, more lyrical, sadder, maybe even darker, finale...
Lyubimy Gorod.
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