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(A rendition of this song was performed by the Bolshoi Theatre.)

Her hands flew up in the air. I saw the woven plait intricately styled into the nape of her neck with a sparkling clip. It caught the light from the overhead chandelier as she moved her head. We waited and held our breath……The music surged and the conductor pulsed the rhythm with her narrow baton. She was young but took command of her experienced orchestra and extracted the most heavenly sounds. We were enraptured!

The flags flapped above The King Eddy Hotel, as it is affectionately called. This grand dame … or should I say duke…. has been around since 1903.  We raced up the stairs to get out of the cold. It was a freezing November evening.  I had deliberated over my ‘little black number.’ Was I going to be stylish or warm? What a question? I froze! We pushed through the heavy glass doorway and I looked up. There it was…..the foyer….all gold, marble and fresh flowers. I stopped and looked up into the pressed ceilings and gothic columns. I had to pinch myself as I had begun to float off into another era. But too soon I was ushered up the wide staircase to the function room. This was where 70 years of diplomatic relations between Canada and Russia was to be celebrated. It was to be a wonderful evening of Bolshoi theatre. Definitely on the Bucket List and a dream come true!

The magnificent setting for the performance by the Bolshoi Theatre

 

I must add that the fascination for Russia started when I was young with the tale of Doctor Shivago. I was enthralled. It was the culmination of the music, the snow, the furs, and the romance of course. What an evening of music it was to be! We were entertained by some of Russia’s great stars like Angelina Vovk, Irina Dolzhenko and Mikhail Kazakav to name but a few. Their voices were rich and round and the resonance filled the room. It was breath taking! The music was so sweet at times  that I could almost feel the emotion well up. I allowed myself the moisture that ran down my face. It is not often that we cry out of pure joy! The Bolshoi dancers turned heads too with their poise and grace. The taffeta and lace rustled as they swished their fans. They teased their companions with their allure. We were swept up by the moment…..

The rustle of taffeta…..

 

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