Music by ALEXANDER FEHT ( www.feht.com )
Performed by Nikolay Dorozhkin (tenor) and Sergey Chechyotko (pianist)
Song from CD "The Prophet: Lermontov Songs" (available on Amazon.com)
CD "The Prophet: Lermontov Songs" includes 24 songs based on the works of Russian Romantic poet Mikhail Lermontov (1814-1841). They were written by A.Feht when he was 16-19 years old. The songs were recorded during several sessions in the P.K. Kondrashin's Studio in Moscow, in 2001 and 2008.
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The Prophet
(in Russian) Words by Mikhail Lermontov
THE PROPHET
Since the Everlasting Judge
Bestowed on me the omniscience of the prophet,
I read in human eyes
Pages of malice and vice.
I embarked upon declaring
Pure teachings of love and truth:
All my beloved neighbors
Furiously threw stones at me.
I put ashes on my head,
And, pauper, escaped from the city;
Now I live in the desert
Like the birds, by God-given dole;
In accordance with the Everlasting Testament,
The earthly beast is tamed there in my presence,
And stars listen to me,
Joyfully swirling their iridescent rays.
But when I am forced to hurry
Through the noisy city,
The elders tell their grandchildren
With conceited smiles:
"Look! Here's an example set for you!
He was proud, couldn't conform;
A fool, he hoped to make us believe
That God Himself speaks through his voice!
Now look, children, at this tramp:
Look, how grim he is, how pale and spiny!
Look at this barefoot lowlife,
Look, how everyone despises him!"
1841
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Пророк
(Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов)
Композитор: Александр Фет
Исполнители: Николай Дорожкин (тенор), Сергей Чечетко (фортепиано)
С тех пор как вечный судия
Мне дал всеведенье пророка,
В очах людей читаю я
Страницы злобы и порока.
Провозглашать я стал любви
И правды чистые ученья:
В меня все ближние мои
Бросали бешено каменья.
Посыпал пеплом я главу,
Из городов бежал я нищий,
И вот в пустыне я живу,
Как птицы, даром божьей пищи;
Завет предвечного храня,
Мне тварь покорна там земная;
И звезды слушают меня,
Лучами радостно играя.
Когда же через шумный град
Я пробираюсь торопливо,
То старцы детям говорят
С улыбкою самолюбивой:
"Смотрите: вот пример для вас!
Он горд был, не ужился с нами:
Глупец, хотел уверить нас,
Что бог гласит его устами!
Смотрите ж, дети, на него:
Как он угрюм, и худ, и бледен!
Смотрите, как он наг и беден,
Как презирают все его!"
1841
Stirring! Energetic. Strong, masculine music. Some very beautiful passages of fine vocal music. An inspired work beautifully sung and played.
BillSalem 1 year ago
Phenomenal music, magnificent photo, fantastic performances! You have made
the small voice of the spirit in all of us eloquent, enormous and soaring! Thank
you for posting and sharing this sublime experience!
Kievest 1 year ago
Glorious! Both the music and the filtered sunlight!
bragova 1 year ago
Stunning! Thank you for this.
ceb2633 1 year ago
Wonderful music ! Thanks.
Teonareine 1 year ago