In the Mirror of Moments. Part 2.

Certainly, it was a kick out: a small revenge for having been asked stereotyped questions again and again. And he rightly regarded himself wider than such questions supposed him to be. Certainly, it could not but evoke regret and vexation that Melodia recording firm was lagging behind some Western companies in producing his discs; that his symphonic, vocal, choral and chamber-instrumental music was played in concerts so seldom; that a real appreciation was gained only by several songs and musical pieces, such as: / Dreamed I Reared the Sound of Rain..., My White City, Waltz for the film A Hunting Accident, Ballade for Ion Drutse's play The Birds of Our Youth, and a few more, pitilessly exploited in TV and radio programmes.

In the Mirror of Moments. Part 1.

Elena Shatohina. 1989. 

Though summer was still in full swing and there could hardly be any inkling of autumn in the air, it started raining repeatedly after the sunset. The music of rain was in the trembling of wet glossy leaves, it was heard in the tyres' rustling of the cars, that moved slowly through the downfall of rain.

The daylight has faded in the room, and only a 'noble' grand piano still bears vibrant specks of light on its varnish. The lid of the piano is open, as might a case of a typer or any other working tool be, ready to call the master in the most inappropriate time of the day or night. Slightly stooping, the composer walks to and fro, carefully skirting the angles of the piano, as if indifferent to the instrument, but still never forgetting about it. He is like an actor, not engaged in the scene, who is seemingly indifferent to the stage director, but ne­vertheless watchful and sensitive to his tiniest call and wish.

Queen Margo

…It’s amazing how man works: he is mostly directed towards the future but a huge part of him is left in the past. Only a small portion of him lives in the present. My work for the film ‘Queen Margo’ allowed me to take my creative imagination far back into the past, to events of many centuries ago. It was a fortunate opportunity since the breath of our ancestors is still alive in all of us. Our brain and our muscles are driven by the impulse of the blood of warriors, winegrowers, shepherds, love-struck and disappointed youth of the Carpathian and the Apennine mountains, the Pyrenees… 

Genius of Romanian literature Mihai Eminescu

Mihai Eminescu was born on January 15, 1850 in the village of Botoșani, Romania. The poet would later be referred to as the beacon, “the morning star of Romanian literature.” His poetry is now renowned all over the world, printed in countless editions. His poems have been translated into seventy languages and some of them have become folk songs. Hundreds of books have been written about his life and death; memorials in his honor have been erected and streets named after him. The year 1989, the 100^th anniversary of Eminescu’s death, was declared ‘International Eminescu Year’ by UNESCO and he was also named ‘poet of the year’ in 2000.

Unfortunately, the poet neither received such acclaim nor enjoyed fame during his lifetime.

Despite the fact that Mihai Eminescu’s contemporaries were impressed by the broad scope of his education, his intelligence, the richness of his poetic style and the unique harmony present in his poetry, Eminescu’s life was filled with depravation, wandering, hostile attitude towards him, ceaseless work and poverty.