Classical Music Thread

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Vladimir Martynov - Dances of Kali-Yuga (1995)

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At first the orchestra plays music, and then the author himself plays the piano.

Music starts at 1:50.

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Old Waltzes - Performed by the Separate Orchestra of the Ministry of Defense of USSR

PART I

1) Илья Шатров - На сопках Маньчжурии;
2) Ион Иванович - Дунайские волны;
3) Евгений Дрейзин - Берёзка;
4) Василий Беккер - Лесная сказка;
5) Арчибальд Джойс - Воспоминание;
6) Василий Андреев - Орхидея;
7) Макс Кюсс - Амурские волны;
8) Герольд Китлер - Ожидание...

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Ilya Shatrov - On the Hills of Manchuria






Ion Ivanovici - Waves of the Danube






Yevgeny Dreizin - A Birch Tree






Vasily (Wilhelm) Becker - A Forest Fairy Tale






Archibald Joyce - Remembrance






Vasily Andreev - An Orchid






Max Kuss - Amur Waves






Herold Kittler - The Expectation

[Seya]

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Old Waltzes - Performed by the Separate Orchestra of the Ministry of Defense of USSR

PART II

09) Хувентино Росас - Над волнами;
10) Пётр Гапон - Оборванные струны;
11) Бенно Эбан - Грёзы;
12) Василий Агапкин - Голубая ночь;
13) Сидни Байнес - Судьба;
14) Эмиль Вальдтейфель - Сирены;
15) Арчибальд Джойс - Осенний сон.

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Juventino Rosas - Over the Waves






Peter Gapon - Dangling Strings






Benno Eban - Daydreams






Vasily Agapkin - Blue Night






Sydney Baynes - Destiny






Émile Waldteufel - The Sirens






Archibald Joyce - Autumn Dream

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[Daco Celtic]

[unseen]

Vasily Kalinnikov -

1) Интермеццо № 1 fis-moll (1896);
2) Интермеццо № 2 G-dur (1897);
3) Симфоническая картина "Нимфы" по Ивану Тургеневу.

Spoiler!

Intermezzo #1 in F-Sharp Minor






Intermezzo #2 in G Major






Symphonic picture "Nymphs"

(It is based on a poem in the prose of Ivan Turgenev)






The Nymphs

I stood before a chain of beautiful mountains forming a semicircle. A
young, green forest covered them from summit to base.

Limpidly blue above them was the southern sky; on the heights the sunbeams
rioted; below, half-hidden in the grass, swift brooks were babbling.

And the old fable came to my mind, how in the first century after Christ's
birth, a Greek ship was sailing on the Aegean Sea.

The hour was mid-day…. It was still weather. And suddenly up aloft, above
the pilot's head, some one called distinctly, 'When thou sailest by the
island, shout in a loud voice, "Great Pan is dead!"'

The pilot was amazed… afraid. But when the ship passed the island, he
obeyed, he called, 'Great Pan is dead!'

And, at once, in response to his shout, all along the coast (though
the island was uninhabited), sounded loud sobs, moans, long-drawn-out,
plaintive wailings. 'Dead! dead is great Pan!' I recalled this story…
and a strange thought came to. 'What if I call an invocation?'

But in the sight of the exultant beauty around me, I could not think of
death, and with all my might I shouted, 'Great Pan is arisen! arisen!'
And at once, wonder of wonders, in answer to my call, from all the wide
half-circle of green mountains came peals of joyous laughter, rose the
murmur of glad voices and the clapping of hands. 'He is arisen! Pan is
arisen!' clamoured fresh young voices. Everything before me burst into
sudden laughter, brighter than the sun on high, merrier than the brooks
that babbled among the grass. I heard the hurried thud of light steps,
among the green undergrowth there were gleams of the marble white of
flowing tunics, the living flush of bare limbs…. It was the nymphs,
nymphs, dryads, Bacchantes, hastening from the heights down to the
plain….

All at once they appear at every opening in the woods. Their curls float
about their god-like heads, their slender hands hold aloft wreaths and
cymbals, and laughter, sparkling, Olympian laughter, comes leaping, dancing
with them….

Before them moves a goddess. She is taller and fairer than the rest; a
quiver on her shoulder, a bow in her hands, a silvery crescent moon on her
floating tresses….

'Diana, is it thou?'

But suddenly the goddess stopped… and at once all the nymphs following
her stopped. The ringing laughter died away.

I see the face of the hushed goddess overspread with a deadly pallor; I saw
her feet grew rooted to the ground, her lips parted in unutterable horror;
her eyes grew wide, fixed on the distance… What had she seen? What was
she gazing upon?

I turned where she was gazing…

And on the distant sky-line, above the low strip of fields, gleamed, like
a point of fire the golden cross on the white bell-tower of a Christian
church…. That cross the goddess had caught sight of.

I heard behind me a long, broken sigh, like the quiver of a broken string,
and when I turned again, no trace was left of the nymphs…. The broad
forest was green as before, and only here and there among the thick network
of branches, were fading gleams of something white; whether the nymphs'
white robes, or a mist rising from the valley, I know not.

But how I mourned for those vanished goddesses!


Ivan Turgenev, December 1878

[unseen]

Mily Balakirev -

1) Увертюра на темы трёх русских песен (1858);
2) "В Чехии" (увертюра на три чешские темы) (1905);
3) Музыкальная картина "Русь" (1884).

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Overture on Three Russian Themes






Overture on Czech Themes "In Bohemia"






Symphonic Picture "Russia (Rus')" (Second Overture on Russian Themes)

[unseen]

Alexander Glazunov

1) Финская фантазия, Op. 88 - (1909);
2) Вариации для струнного оркестра, ор. 97 - (1918);
3) Лирическая поэма, Op. 12 - (1884).

Spoiler!

Finnish Fantasy in C Major






Theme and Variations for String Orchestra






Lyrical Poem in D-Flat Major