воскресенье, 17 ноября 2013 г.

Ball a’la Russe, or Swan song of Russian aristocracy


… Natasha looked in the mirrors and in the reflection could not discern herself from others. Everything got mixed up into a single shiny procession …
L. N. Tolstoy “War and piece”

The true shine of the balls of the Russian aristocratic society is now in distant past. Truly, a ball is not just a festive dance event. It is a special social act, where aristocrats were taught how to behave from a very young age. 

1913
Russian aristocracy… Almost a hundred years ago, without their motherland, they began to disappear from society. But why? Many of them were cosmopolitan and despised everything Russian. They had spent most of their time in Western Europe. It was considered bad taste to speak with each other in Russian. They even had their laundry shipped to Paris for washing. It is strange… Like cut flowers in a vase, they began to fade without their land, without their roots. However, traits acquired since childhood, such as independence, nobleness, honor, sense of duty, all of them based on dignity helped many of them to retain their face in any situation. 
Some are gone, and others are far away…” The balls in the Russian Empire have sounded off. Russian aristocracy has beautifully gone away into history, leaving behind much mysterious and unsaid. This is why we turn to our history again and again. So, what is so attractive in Russian aristocracy? Extravagance of luxury? Standard of elegance and refined taste? Inner aristocratism, which cannot be purchased for any money? They can be hated, they can be admired. But we can never be like them. Maybe it is only for the better? 

1924, Paris, Vanodme square…

A winter ball at the Ritz hotel. A couple of Russian aristocratic females run along the corridors. But not in ball dresses. Loaded with a pile of clothes, they are late for their first show of clothes models among famous fashion houses. In the morning after the ball the founders of this small Russian studio learnt much interesting from the French press: “Originality, elegance of taste, thorough design and artistic vision of color have placed this modest studio along with the largest fashion houses ”. An adventure, based on desperation and pride, has brought success. The following people worked on the collection, which was presented at the ball: duke Nikita Romanov, Maria Vorontzova-Dashkova, duchess Elena Trubetzkaya, duchesses Obolenski, Salomiya and Nina.   
Irina Romanova-Yusupova
Irina Romanova, a niece of the last Russian emperor Nicholas II and prince Felix Yusupov named their fashion house unusually, as a combination of the first letters of their names.

Irina Romanova-Yusupova. 1925

By the way, Irina herself, along with a few of her friends-aristocrats demonstrated dresses at the ball at the hotel Ritz. Felix Yusupov’s wife was a model in her own fashion house and was recognized as one of the most beautiful women of her time.
“… The masters are almost all Russian… We don’t know much about sewing, but the business is thriving … We has clients of all nationalities… They came out of curiosity and for exotics… “

1925, Paris, Dufo street, 19…


- Good day, madam! How can I help you? 
- Hi! Not madam, but … Mademoiselle! There!
- As you wish, sudarynia!
- Su-da-ry-nia? I like that a lot. Call me so. Bring me some Russian vodka. I want to see the price! I have business with him.
- He is here!
-… Good job! I like you. I want to set up a ball Russian style in my new castle in France. I got bored in America. I’ve never been to either a ball or to Russia. But, I did see a film about you. Prince! You will set up that ball for me and will invite all sorts of aristocrats like you, and people of arts. I understand nothing about arts, but I do but their paintings, and I do go to the theatre sometimes, though I fall asleep there frequently. I also want you to make me a ball dress and a golden kokoshnik with jewelry. You do understand about those things, don’t you? I want everything to be the way it was before, in Russia. Deal? 
- That is a complicated problem you have for me… But, I will be most happy to solve it! You will be a true queen of a ball a’la Russe. Prince’s word!
- Who would have doubted! So, where is my vodka?…
Yes… Now the past seemed to the Prince like a wonderful dream, and Russia – a fairytale land. Some twenty years ago the world was at his feet. He was even born after a ball. “The entire night before, I was told, my mother danced at the Winter Palace. So, they said, the child would be joyous and inclined to dance.” The balls, set-up by his family, attracted the entire Saint Petersburg. “Even the czar and the czarina came to our balls, which were no worse than the ones at the Palace.”
1903, Saint-Petersburg,  the Winter Palace …


- So, is this a court ball or some ancient mascarade? Were there balls before Peter I?
- There were no balls before Peter, of course. Indeed… many remembered his assemblies for a long time. But such mascarades in Russian style are not new. Mom told me that the Great Prince Vladimir Alexandrovich and Maria Pavlovna already did something like this in 1883.  
- No doubt! And the Sheremetyevs set up a ball like this about 10 years ago.
Zinaida and Felix Yusupov
- These days it is difficult to invent something new.
- Do you remember the emerald ball in 1888 here, in the Winter Palace? Everyone wore green   - Of course I remember! And a year later, the black ball at the Annichkov Palace? We were warned only 4 days before. What a stir!
- The empress Maria Fedorovna was the one making all those colored balls …
- Although let me point out that there were white balls for young girls and pink balls for newlyweds before her as well.
Felix Yusupov
- These days the balls are not what they were… Do you remember Alexander III’s home balls at the Annichkov Palace? 
- Yes, we came to those a couple of times. Such chamber balls were started by Catherine the Great.
- And children’s balls? I was at the first children’s ball at the Noble Society in 1851.  It was set-up for the sons of the Great Prince Alexander Nikolaevich – the princes Nikolai Alexandrovich and Alexander Alexandrovich. What a great ball it was! 
- I was at a children’s ball first in February 1853 …
- There are very few balls these days, very few …
- The happy times are over …
- I remember Nicholas II, before he became emperor, was considered a good dancer. And the princess of Gessen, Alexandra Fedorovna, liked to dance. And now they only come out to polonaise.
- So, what is today, polonaise, mazurka, and waltz? Or roundelay?   
- They say, everything: Russian dance, roundelay, polonaise, mazurka, and waltz. It will be interesting to watch this event. 
- Even the emperor and the empress will be wearing the attires of the czar Alexei Mikhailovich and the czarina Maria Ilyinichna … 
Alix and Nicky in Russian dress

- It was so difficult to choose and attire for this ball! My head has been spinning for several months now …
- Madame, you look great in this dress of a noblewoman! 
- Thank you, countess! My tailors spent almost a month looking for an attire for me in the archives of the Emperor’s academy of arts. Your Russian sarafan is also wonderful! And what a beautiful kokoshnik!    
- But wearing this kokoshnik is simply a torture … These vintage rims with semi-precious stones! I cannot imagine how our ancestors wore them! 
- Have you heard there will be Russian dance at the ball? And even princesses Elizaveta Fedorovna and Zinaida Nikolaevna will be soloing. And then we will all dance the roundelay… Where is the Russian aristocracy going?   
Ah, those nice ball conversations … 
But the court ball of 1903 was truly great! Indeed! The dates were quite impressive: 200 years of Saint Petersburg and 290 years of the Romanov House. The ball organizers’ task was quite challenging. It is well known that Saint Petersburg is not quite a Russian city. And the Russian aristocrats had long ago become cosmopolitan. But it was necessary to revive a uniting national idea through ancient traditions. Hence the decision to set-up a costume ball in Russian attires.











The festivities were divided into three days with a small break.
On 11 February in the Large (Nikolaevskiy) Hall of the Winter Palace the emperor’s family was greeted with the “Russian bow”. Someone was joking that the Yusupovs know the Russian bow the best. Indeed, it was through the Tartars that the Russian borrowed the face downwards bow from the Chinese. Such bow was a part of court rituals until the XVI century. Then, the “belt” bow became popular, as a sign of respect. In high life, aristocracy did not practice this bow, except on very special occasions. But, that day, the entire Russian noble society belt-bowed to the Romanov family.
Then there was a concert in the Hermitage theatre, with Fedor Shaliapin and Anna Pavlova – a pride of the Russian culture for all times.

After the concert there was a Russian dance at the Pavilion Hall. And then everyone was invited to the czar supper, which took place in the Spanish, Italian and Flemish Halls of the Hermitage.


The evening finished in the Pavilion Hall with dances, that were traditional for a high life ball: the opening polonaise (a very important Polish dance-procession), waltz (by the way, it used to be performed two-tact, unlike the present day three-tact), mazurka (another Polish dance-improvisation with a manager), and completed by a cotillion (a most spontaneous French dance-game). “Small dances” not accounted for.    
13 February … On that day, the costume ball proper took place. “… “The entire” Saint Petersburg dances at the Winter Palace. … It was the last major court ball in the history of the empire. … Ksenia wore the attire of a boyarinia, richly sewed, shining with jewels, which looked great on her. I wore the dress of a falconer, which consisted of a white caftan with gold and with falcons sewed on the chest and on the back, a pink silk shirt, blue pants and yellow morocco boots. The other guests followed their own fantasy and taste, remaining, however, in the constraints of the XVII century. … Alike looked amazing, but the emperor was not tall enough for his luxurious attire. At the ball there was a competition for primacy between the grand duchess Elizaveta Feforovna (Ella) and duchess Zinaida Yusupova… The ball was a huge success and was repeated in all detail a week later in the home of the rchest count A. D.Sheremetev.” This is how the grand prince Alexandr Mikhailovich described his impression of that ball.
Serov V. Zinaida Yusupova
The concert hall; behind some gold-plated bars at the podium there is a court orchestra wearing the attires of the troubadours of the czar Alexei Mikhailovich. 
The ball started with the Russian dance and roundelay. In the former, duchess Zinaida Yusupova was soloing. “Mother was naturally gifted with the ability for dance and drama. She danced and played no worse than the actresses. At the palace, at the ball, where the guests were wearing XVII century nobility attire, the emperor asked her to dance the Russian. She went, without rehearsing, but she dances so beautifully that the musicians had no problem playing along. She was called back 5 times”. 


14 FebruaryFor those, who were still not tired of the balls, the count Alexandr Dmitrivich Sheremetiev set-up another yet another ball. Many people came in the same old-Russian XVII century attires.
1903
The prince kept his word. The ball a’la Russe took place at a French castle of the American sudarynia. There were even some of the people, who had been at the last court ball of the Russian Empire. 
The Russian fashion house of Irina Romanova and Felix Yusupov was open until 1931. A luxurious aristocratic style was gradually falling out of popularity. However, in the same time, they opened branches in the fashionable and expensive resort of Le-Tuke-Paris-Beach, then in Berlin and London.  
In 1926 the Yusupov fashion house released three aromas: for the blonde, the brunette, and the read-haired. The princess and the prince took part in the creation of the aromas. The fate was more favorable towards the perfume line of this Russian fashion house – they sold in Europe until the late 1970-s.
In the XXI century the princess and the prince’s creation came back to life. But this time it was something completely different…
The past cannot be brought back. Anyone, who has played his role, will sooner or later leave the stage. Time to shown that the game of “Russian-ness”, played by aristocrats-cosmopolitans turned out to be painfully true, even though it was conceived as yet another form of entertainment. Such historical balls first appeared during the reign of Alexander III. Having tried the XVII century court attires, sewed with golden threads, decorated with jewels, and trimmed with expensive furs, the Russian nobility was getting rid of everything imaginary and was opening its nature. 
Remember Tolstoy: “Natasha took off the shawl that she had been wearing, ran in front of her uncle and, having put her hands on her hips, moved her shoulders and stood still. Where, how, and when did this countess, raised by a French émigré, absorb these movements from the Russian air that she was breathing? But, as soon as she stood still smiling – cheerfully, solemnly, and proudly – and moved her shoulder, the first fear that Nikolai and everyone present felt, the fear that she will do something wrong, that fear was gone and they were admiring her. She did it so perfectly that Anisia Fedorovna, who immediately handed the countess a necessary shawl, wept, looking at this thin and gracious girl, so strange to Anisia in silk and velvet. The countess managed to understand everything that was in Anisia, and in Anisia’s father, aunt, mother, and any other Russian person …”
Any court ball in the Russian Empire was a vanity fair, of sorts, with everyone trying to show themselves off in fall beauty. This is especially true of historical balls. Therefore, people always tried to save the memory of such events. Paintings, photographs, fans. Sometimes men and women would exchange small gifts commemorating the festivities. This is why today we can look into the past. 
It is difficult to tell, say, literature classics among our contemporaries. It is equally impossible to tell which ball will be remembered in history. And it is not about dates, which mark special occasions. Any deed with a piece of soul in it will be remembered by our descendants. The last major ball of the Russian Empire remained in the history of culture forever. It was a swan song of the Russian aristocracy in the Russian Empire. 
And then? But that was a completely different story…
Sometimes I come out to the balcony of my Pierre-Geren home and feel as if in the Otelee suburban quiet I am hearing an echo of the past in the distant Paris noise…
Will
I ever see Russia? …” 
Prince Felix Yusupov 

Russian version:
http://www.etoya.ru/culture/2012/1/20/21903/#Бал_a’la_Russe,_или_Лебединая_песня_русской_аристократии



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вторник, 24 сентября 2013 г.

A Dance with the Ocean – a Waltz with the Art by Alessandro Baricco and Oleg Menshikov

"He, who wins life, loses fortune"
Leonid Zorin

“I have always been amazed by such things with paintings. They hang for years. Then, for no reason at all, bam, they fall down. They hang there, on a nail, nobody touches them. Then, one moment, bam, they fall like a stone. In absolute silence, everything around is quiet, there is not even a fly nearby, and they fall, for no good reason. Why at that precise moment?” 
 
Travel on an ocean liner is a dream for many of us… Bam! A painting fell down. Your dream can now become reality. Some of us during our entire lives have not been able to go up on a ship, while others never took the risk of descending upon sinful earth. What is better, to exist in a dream, without living, or to live without a dream? You have a chance to try and understand this, if you embark on a most unusual voyage. You will not need a visa, or a suitcase. It is enough to just buy a ticket… to the theatre…
“Ladies and gentlemen, signore and signora, madam and messier - Welcome to this ship, this swimming town, entirely like the Titanic. Calm down, stay where you are, the signor is worried, I can see it clearly enough. Welcome to the ocean… ”



Just don’t forget to turn off your phones. Video and photo recording is prohibited. Trust us, what you are about to see and to hear, you will not be able to tell anyone. It is too personal. Instead, buy them a ticket for the next “trip”, so they hear everything with their ears and see it with their eyes, and most importantly, feel it with their hearts.
“… before your eyes is a miracle, in your ears – amazement, in your legs – rhythm, and in your heart – the sound of a unique, impossible to imitate, endless ATLANTIC  JAZZ BAAAAND!”
“If you don’t know what it is, then it is jazz.” For some reason it has become fashionable among the rich to listen to the music of the poor…
What kind of ship is it? Oh, it is a unique three-deck dream-liner, history-ship! As the greatest musician of our ocean likes to say: “You are truly alive only as long as you have a good story and someone who you can tell it to.” So, let us first go up.
Here is the first class dance hall, and here is a legendary piano, where a box with the newborn stood. The baby’s parents foresaw a bright future for him. Otherwise, why would they have brought him here? Suppose they dreamt that their child would be found by some tender-hearted rich lady or a gentleman, generous and not poor. But everything turned out much more prosaic. Ladies, prepare your handkerchiefs: he was found by a sailor of the “Virginia”. And, what is worse, he gave the child a name that is completely impossible to understand. I am certain such name is very infrequent among us. Denny Boodman T. D. Lemon Novocento – this is how the new daddy called the baby. How do you like it? It sounds quite promising to me. Such name is difficult to fit into any official document. And no one bothered to do it in all of his 32-year life. Strange, isn’t it?


In this very spot, eight years later, Novocento would be found again, a second time, and he would be playing this same piano, although just a couple of months before his fingers did not know the keys.



He was sitting on a chair before the piano, his legs not even reaching the floor. And, I swear to God, he was playing… I don’t know what kind of music he was playing. It was simple and … wonderful …”
The weather is changing. It seems there is a storm coming. O! This is your first unusual voyage and your first storm. Let’s see what’s next!


That night, in the eye of the storm, looking like a signor on vacation, he came across me, lost in one of the hallways, with the face of a corpse, looked at me, smiled and said “Let’s go” … we came to the dance hall. And then, me swaying back and forth, and he seeming to have rails under his feet, we came to the piano… “Release the brakes”, he said. “If you trust me, release them”. “He is crazy”, I thought, and then released the brakes.
“And now come over here and sit down”, Novocento said. And then, no one has to believe it, and, to be honest, I would never believe it if anyone told me something like this, but it is true – the piano began sliding along the dance hall, and behind it… And while we were circling among the tables, touching lamps and chairs, I understood that what we were doing at that instance, what we were really doing, was, dance with the ocean. We were crazy dancers, beautiful, drawn into a whirlpool of waltz, on gold-plated parquet of the night. O, yes!”
Dance with the ocean during a storm can be compared to a one-person show in a full theatre of more than a thousand seats. Why?
A one-person show is life since no one has a chance to overdo any scene.
A one-person show is jazz, the music of soul. One artist improvises on the piano of his soul, turning a crowd of a thousand into a jazz orchestra. And everyone has his own music in his head.
A one-person show is a confession. To reach every person in the theatre, you need to turn your feelings inside out, open your soul. And this requires talent, actor’s maturity and bravery.
Every one-person show is a new storm, a new confession. I was in such a one-person show and saw a dance with the ocean – a waltz with the art. What I felt during that storm, I had not felt before, anywhere else. It was like a rapid takeoff, master class. Tears were streaming like hail, but not from sentimentality. No, it was something else. Maybe it was some pitiless sincerity.  
Why so artists do it? Maybe because they feel an inner need to tell something, which they are unable to hold inside themselves. If God gave you such talent, you simply have to give people minutes of happiness. Novocento was not brave enough. He tried to come down from the ship to the earth once, but was unable to make the last step. He was unable to overcome himself.
A duel! What can be scarier: a competition in performance virtuosity between two musicians or an elaborate duel with oneself, or, to be more precise, with the image that was once attached to you by the crowd? Who will win? Is it an exterior shell or your inner self? To find out, you have to see it and to hear it for yourself.
“You are that creator of jazz, are you?” “Yes. And you are that guy, who can only play when he has ocean under his butt, are you?” “Yes.” So they met. Jelly Roll lit up a cigarette. Then he balanced it on the edge of the piano, sat down and began playing Ragtime. It seemed that no one had ever heard this music before. He was not playing. He was sliding 
They were screaming and applauding, they had never seen it before. It was looking like a New Year celebration. And then I was before Novocento: he had a most disappointed face in the world, and also, slightly surprised. He looked at me and said: “But it is absolutely silly…” I did not respond. There was nothing to respond. He turned to me and said: “Give me a cigarette, will you…”
Gentlemen! Smoking here is … recommended. Quite possibly, the ship is full of dynamite. It is time to come down to the engine compartment, since that is where the most explosive is. When the “Virginia” was stuffed with dynamite to be exploded out in the open sea, Novocento came down there and “sat on a box, which looked like it was full of explosive, took off his hat, laid it down on the floor and stayed there, in silence, not knowing what to say.”   
“He really was the greatest. We played music, he was playing something else. He played… Were you ever scared that you would be torn up to the smallest pieces only because of a single thought about the hugeness of the world… Just to think about it, but to live there…”


Maybe many of you simply did not think about it. You should have. Explode, only for a split second, all the vanity of your exterior world, and you will discover a human secret, which is hidden deep inside every one of us.
“You should not think that I am unhappy: this will never happen to me again.”
This is simultaneously happiness and unhappiness, joy and suffering, farce and tragedy. A plain, sentimental, sometimes merry story right in front of the viewers’ eyes first grows into a philosophical parable, and then into a confession – and all of this is a single one-person show, a revelation. Like the ship “Virginia” cutting into a theatre, this show cuts into the soul of every one of us and stays there forever. 
Now you may take a walk around the ship by yourself. But here is a request – do not come close to talent. Otherwise you will break the harmony of the Universe, and the ocean will devour you.
“Take off the brakes… Now don’t be afraid”


The ship crew:
·         Alessandro Baricco and the characters of the “Novocento” (one thousand nine hundredth). “In people’s eyes you can see what they are about to see, and not what they have seen. This is what he said: what they are about to see.”
·         Oleg Menshikov in the one-person show “1900” and his co-authors. “I always tried to win fortune and never tried to win life.”  
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пятница, 17 мая 2013 г.

Diary of Girl mad... in Love the Saint-Petersburg



Last century

Somewhere in the Ural Mountains on Central Street, on the outskirts of the town

I am eating my morning cereal and watching animated version of “Nutcracker.” “Grandma, who wrote such beautiful music?” “Petr Ilich Chaikovski.” “What a large palace! Imagine how long it takes to clean it! Grandma, where is this palace?” “Probably in Petersburg. And the premiere of his ballet “The Nutcracker” took place in the Mariinski Theatre in Saint-Petersburg.  

In this city there are many beautiful palaces and mysterious castles. But now it is called Leningrad.” “Dad used to live there?” “Yes.” “Why does he live here now? If he were living there, then we would be living there with him as well. And I could look at such wonderful palace, if only with one eye. Grandma, are there princes in these wonderful palaces?” “All the princes have gone away.” “Are they coming back?” “They would have to. I hope you are more lucky. Eat your cereal! When you grow up, you can go to Leningrad, and your prince will come there as well.” “Let it happen sooner!” Done with the cereal.

Same place. Same time. Possibly a week later, or, maybe, a month. Morning 

“I don’t want to wash my face. And I won’t!” “Then I am going to call Moidodir!” “Call him from where?” “He lives in Leningrad, in the apartment of the former mayor.” “No, Moidodir won’t come. First, he’s far away. And second, our doorway is narrow. Not going to wash my face!”



Same place. Same time. Possibly a week later, or, maybe, a month. Day

Singing: “What do you dream of, cruiser “Aurora”?” “Mommy, Aurora id the Goddess, who wakes up early?” “Yes, she brings light to gods and to people”. “Then why is she “cruiser”?”

Same place. Same time. Possibly a week later, or, maybe, a month. Evening

Listening to a bed-time fairy tale

Little children!

Never ever

Should you go to Africa,

To walk in Africa!

In Africa there are sharks,

In Africa there are gorillas,

In Africa there are big

Angry crocodiles

They will bite you,

Beat you and hurt you,-

Never ever, children,

Should you walk in Africa.

In Africa lives the highwayman

In Africa lives the villain,

The terrible Barmalei!

 “Daddy, does Barmalei live on Barmaleinaya Street?” “No, he lives in Africa. But there is a street called Barmaleevaya, where Barmalei was supposedly born. His, so to speak, Fathers were the artist Mstislav Dobuzhinski and Kornei Chukovski.” “Strange, two Dads and no Mom… Did Barmalei move?”

 Same place. Same time. Possibly a week later, or, maybe, a month. Night

A loud knock on the door in the middle of the night. Daddy opens the door. A telegram. Mom has a nephew. “Great! Mom, where was he born?” “In Leningrad”. “So what is a Leningrad mailman? Directly from Leningrad?” “Why do you think so?” “Well, he brought news from Leningrad. And, in the book by Samuel Marshak it says:

Who is knocking on my door

With a fat bag on his belt,

The number 5 on a copper badge,

In a blue hat?

It is him,

It is him,

Leningrad mailman.

Some are so lucky. Why was I not born  in Leningrad?”

Many years later…

Still last century. Perestroika

Somewhere in the Ural Mountains. High school. Literature lesson

Discussing a new film, in whisper: “Did you see “Sea Cadets, forward” last night!? “Yes”. “Me, too. Wonderful film” “So did I. I liked it also”. “He is so fine!” “Just a pet!” “He has such nice hair”. “Who are you talking about?” “About Sasha Belov”. “And I am talking Alexey Korsak”. “I meant Duke Olenev”. “Great! At least we won’t fight!” “Hey, what are you discussing?” “Sea Cadets. But you are late. We’ve gone through all the princes.”. “I have a prince of my own”. “Who is he? Why do we not know him?” “You do so know. “Once upon a time there lived an absent-minded man, from Basseynanya street…” “That is funny!” “Why? If you take the frying pan off his head, and exchange the shirt for the pants, then he will be quite a man. How is he not a prince?”

End of the last century. The perestroyka era.

Somewhere in the Ural Mountains, on a street named after an editor of Bashkir tales, a talented scientist and simply a good man.  
“Мама-папа, ну, можно я поеду в Петербург с друзьями?” “Мы это уже обсуждали. Смотри, что творится в стране? Куда ты собралась? У тебя экзамены на носу. Сиди, учи”. “Сейчас март. А экзамены только в июне. Еще куча времени. Пожалуйста”. “Нет. Тема закрыта”.

The end of the last century. Hard times in Russia

USA. Los Angeles

“Mom, Dad, I want to go to Leningrad this spring. I need your permission in writing”. “First, it is no longer Leningrad. It is now called Saint Petersburg. Secondly, we already discussed it. Look, what is going on in the Soviet Union”. “It is no longer Soviet Union. It is now called Russia”. “And, besides, where are you going? You have exams coming up. You need to study”. “It is only March. The exams are in May. There is a lot of time left. Please”. “No. The subject is closed”.

Early XXI century. Russia. Saint-Petersburg

It is the second week that I am in the city of my dreams. I cannot believe it. Petersburg! I am madly in love with you! For me, you are the Fairytale City! I won’t trade you for any other city with real palm trees. Even with this terribly… wonderful weather! I love your center and am smitten by your newer quarters.

Every morning I visit the Hermitage and spend 3-4 hours there. I realize that Istill have not seen even a tenth of what I could see in the biggest museum in Russia. Funny, it turns out that hermitage is a place for a hermit, for solitude. What solitude with these crowds of tourists? Maybe in the basement? But that is the territory of cats, who serve our culture. What a pity I will not be in the Hermitage for the March Cat Day. The last Saturday in March is still far away. Even the founder of this city had a lot of respect for cats. I recently found out that the last name of Peter the Great’s great-great-grand-father was Koshka.



I am walking along the Throne Hall of the Winter Palace as quietly as Princess Fike once did, her first time here. In this wonderful city her dream became a reality. I also hope that my fairy-tale happens in this city. No, I am not asking for a throne. I am fine with a prince without a kingdom.

During those two weeks I also visited Barmaleeva Street, in S. M. Kirov’s omuseum, where I finally met Moididir and examined the various wonderful toys, which could have belonged to my grandmothers and grandfathers. I also enjoyed the old toys in the Doll museum and the Toy museum.

I have spent quite a bit of time looking for Basseynaya Street. It turned out to be near the Elektrosila subway station. And Samuel Marshak’s Basseynaya Street is in the very center of the city, near the Liteyniy Avenue. It is now called Nekrasov Street. I visited the Communications Museum, where I heard a story about a mailman, who had delivered a letter to Boris Zhitnikov, a children’s writer. “It is he, it is he, a Leningrad mailman.” In the Book House, which is on Nevskiy Avenue (with a globe on the top) I bought a lot of books from my childhood for my nephews and friends’ children.

I visited museum-theatre “The house of the tale.” It is a miracle: I am back in my childhood! I had read about wonderful masquerades, set up by the Empress Elisabeth. But sometimes it is better to see than to read. In the Russian drama museum in the Alexandrinskiy Theatre there is a huge collection of theatrical costumes! I wanted to try on many of them and got quite sad when they would not let me try one of the ballroom dresses. Therefore, to raise my mood, I went to the case “North” to try wonderful pastries. Full and happy, I decided to visit two more museums: coffee and chocolate. Oh those narcotic smells of coffee and chocolate. I really need to see them as well.



And in the evening… I am going to the Mariinsky Theatre. They say that if you have not been to the Mariinsky Theatre, then you have not been to Saint Petersburg. Today I am going to the premiere of “Nutcracker”. I wonder, what is he going to surprise me with? I hope a wonderful tale is waitng for me…

Early XXI century. Russia. Saint Petersburg

Mariinskiy Theatre. Entr’acte. Theatrical café   

I am eating amazing ice cream. The best in the world. “Is this table free?””Yes.” “Hello! My name is Pete. No, Petya. Well, Peter. And you?” Good evening! Are you a foreigner?” “Well, yes and no. I used to live here, a long time ago. And now I am living, or lived, in America.” He is like the man from the Basseynaya Street. The grandma was right. Princes do return… “So, what did you say your name is?”