Galina, a Russian story, Galina Vishnevskaya. I told the guy sitting next to me on the plane about this book ("it's about a Russian opera singer's life who sang at the Bolshoi and takes place during Stalin's rule and after Stalin into the '50's and probably later, but I haven't gotten there." His comment- Wow sounds boring. "You don't like history?" -No I love it. "Well then you'd love this book.") It's inspiring to have a glimpse inside the mind of a strong and dedicated individual who faced adversity unimaginable. I'm going to share a song that Galina sang by Rachmaninoff. In the novel, she intertwines her interpretation of the deceased woman's words, portraying her passion for music, that brought me to tears... My main goal here being mostly selfish, that if for no other reason that I might look back at this blog one day, most likely having forgotten these words, and experience again such a lovely song!
Do Not Grieve, Op. 14, No. 8
Text by A. ApoukhtinEnglish version by Rosa Newmarch
O, do not grieve for me!For there, where ends all sadness,My past, with all its pain, shall be as vanished dreams;But may your memories be like those bright days of gladnessThat come, with Springtide’s earliest gleams.O, do not pine for me!This parting cannot severMy soul from yours;It may return and hover near.Just as in days gone by, my love and care shall everProtect your life from grief and fear.O live!It is your part!And should some force be given,Renewing strength and comfort, joy and peace,Then know, ‘tis I am sent,A messenger from Heaven,To dry your tears, and bid them cease.
But for now, back to the book!
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