November 5, 2014 · 7:28 am
Rosalyn Tureck died July 17, 2003.
Although the connection in time and space has been broken, the memories remain; an amazing counterpoint to everyday life. We have not returned to St Petersburg – hearing from some who have traveled there recently, that what we saw as an exotic foreign city is now much westernized – we are grateful for our experience.
We are left with a recording of the concert in the Philharmonia that we did not hear,
grateful and amazed by what we did experience – a connection severed in time, but occupying a space in our memories.
October 14, 2014 · 7:56 am
Anxious to explore St. Petersburg, we walk toward the Neva River on Nevsky Prospect, crossing over the Fontanka on Anichkov Bridge,
passing nameless buildings in need of attention and restoration,
as well as coming upon some of the most beautifully recognizable landmarks:
St. Isaac’s Cathedral
The Church on Spilled Blood
Our Lady of Kazan Cathedral
The Winter Palace / Hermitage
with its wondrous collection of art, and the current exhibition of the impressionist masterpieces being shown publicly for the first time since World War II
– we will explore here tomorrow –
We return, with great anticipation, to the hotel in late afternoon to rest and dress for Rosalyn’s concert at the Philharmonia with festivities to follow later in the evening. Unlocking the door to our room we find two envelopes pushed under the door…….
the first note reads:
why would she want us to call, when we have been instructed not to approach her before the performance????
the second envelope holds the explanation:
We are scheduled to leave St. Petersburg on the 8th, with overnight in Stockholm, returning to Santa Barbara on July 9!!!
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October 9, 2014 · 7:41 am
Rosalyn Tureck’s performance, scheduled to be held in the Philharmonia, in St. Petersburg, July 5, 1995
as part of the annual White Nights Festival, an international arts festival held during the season of the midnight sun – May through July.
Arriving from the airport by taxi (a story in itself!!)
the first person emerging from the Nevsky Palace Hotel is Rosalyn. Mindful of her admonition we do not approach, but she sees us…greeting us briefly with a hug before stepping into the car waiting to take her to rehearsal.
We settle in to our room and begin to plan for the next day.
We have decided to breakfast early – an astounding buffet including of course the ever-present caviar. We sit at the second floor window overlooking the Nevsky Prospect; the contrast between the opulence of the meal and the drab street scene with the ‘babushkas’ – little elderly ladies with brooms made of twigs, named for the scarves they all wear – sweeping the gutters in this great city.
Returning to our room before setting out on foot – the taxi experience was harrowing and the public transportation crowded and antiquated –
a call from David: Rosalyn has forgotten/misplaced her eyeshadow – would we please purchase brown eyeshadow, leaving it at the front desk before 1 pm. We lay out our evening attire for the gala festivities ahead – afraid to send them out to be pressed – and make sure our tickets are secure.
Attempting to remain undaunted by this request/order, the hunt begins. We ask for information about where we might purchase cosmetics at the front desk, but are unsure if we are understood, much less understanding the response. Huge problem number one: The Cyrillic alphabet gives no clue to even the root word on any sign of which there are very few. Second problem: there are no window displays of merchandise, even if you would happen to be in front of a store……….. Finally, on a side street some blocks from the hotel we find a tiny Nina Ricci boutique where we are able to make our purchase – $37 and change – we would have paid any price, so relieved are we to have been successful!!!!!!!! The deadline approaches; we hurry back to the hotel, leave the package at the front desk, then set out to make the most of what remains of the afternoon………