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             Russian Melodies  
              Sergei RACHMANINOV (1873-1943)  
               
              Morning, Op.4 No.2 [2:03]  
              Oh Do Not Grieve, Op.14 No.8 [2:54]  
              I Wait For Thee, Op.14 No.1 [1:52]  
              In the Silence of the Secret Night, Op.4 No.3 [2:44]  
              Beautiful as the Day, Op.14 No.9 [2:25]  
              Christ Has Risen, Op.26 No.6 [2:42]  
              The Waters of Spring, Op.14 No.11 [2:10]  
              Modest MUSSORGSKY (1839-1881) 
               
              The Nursery (Oh Tell Me Nanny; In the Corner; 
              The Beetle; Lullaby of the Doll; The Evening Prayer; 
              On the Hobby-Horse; The Cat Named Sailor) [16:24] 
               
              Peter TCHAIKOVSKY (1840-1893) 
               
              Wasn’t I A Blade of Grass? Op.47 No.7 [5:37]  
              Zemphira’s Song [1:57]  
              If I Only Had Known, Op.47 No.1 [4:31]  
              Does The Day Reign, Op.47 No.6 [3:14]  
              Modest MUSSORGSKY  
              Songs and Dances of Death (Lullaby; Serenade; 
              Trepak; The Field-Marshal) [19:46]  
                
              Ewa Podles (mezzo), Graham Johnson (piano)  
              rec. 1993, Théâtre de Poissy, France. DDD  
              No texts or translations.  
                
              FORLANE FOR16683 [69:43]   
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                The famous Polish singer shows great affinity with the Russian 
                  song repertoire. On this disc she is partnered by the infallible 
                  Graham Johnson. The result is admirable.  
                   
                  Rachmaninov’s songs are lush, and you can be sure each one will 
                  sport a highly Romantic climax. The composer had the gift of 
                  combining simple motivic cells into memorable, opulent melodies. 
                  These are grand romances, where nothing is lean, and Podles’ 
                  singing here has a calorie count, just like the songs. Her voice 
                  is dark and round, and radiates power. Still, even in the climaxes 
                  her singing is, above all, beautiful. Many Rachmaninov songs, 
                  such as The Waters of Spring, become impressive and difficult 
                  piano pieces if we remove the vocal part.  
                   
                  Mussorgsky’s Nursery is a unique cycle. It’s hard to 
                  believe that it was written in 1872 and not some sixty years 
                  later. These songs, as often with Mussorgsky, are pure theatre: 
                  there are roles for the nanny and the children. The composer, 
                  who also provided the texts, mimics the child’s manner of talk 
                  and intonations – and he was a great master of bringing the 
                  real-life intonation into music. Podles changes her manner completely 
                  to meet the need. She is candidly childish. Also, even if you 
                  don’t understand the words, you’ll know when the hero is a little 
                  boy, and when it’s a girl: the former is more prankish, the 
                  latter more gentle. Podles as the Nanny is completely different, 
                  her voice sounds mature and bossy – and yet we feel that she 
                  loves her charges and only pretends to be angry. These are pictures 
                  of a child’s fears and joys, little mischief, curiosity and 
                  delights. The piano part is done very neatly; nothing is excessive, 
                  yet it adds bright strokes and accents to the pictures.  
                   
                  Out of Tchaikovsky’s many songs, four were selected. Two of 
                  them, Wasn’t I A Blade of Grass? and If I Only Had 
                  Known are folk-like and dramatic, resembling Lisa’s aria 
                  from Pique Dame. Does the Day Reign is rapturous, 
                  close to Vaudémont’s song from Iolanta. Zemphira’s 
                  Song is untamed and defiant. Generally, Tchaikovsky’s songs 
                  are not the sumptuous statements of a Rachmaninov. They are 
                  expressive, but without grandiloquence, more simple and sincere. 
                  Also, the music does not do all the work for the singer, who 
                  needs to put a lot of soul into the singing, or else all will 
                  look square. The presentation by Podles is very operatic, not 
                  really intimate, but for the chosen songs it works well. The 
                  sad numbers are really tragic, Zemphira’s Song is wild 
                  and taunting, and Does the Day Reign is ecstatic, though 
                  her voice becomes a bit too hard here.  
                   
                  This hardness, though, is welcome in Mussorgsky’s Songs and 
                  Dances of Death. In Lullaby, Death (female in Russian) 
                  is pictured by Podles as sweet and smiling like a caring grandma. 
                  It truly has a human face, and there is none of the mystical 
                  iciness which I feel when listening to the recording by Marianne 
                  Beate Kielland on 2L. The ending is unexpectedly comic - 
                  very strange, as if Death were some malign witch from a children’s 
                  show. This song is followed by a truly excellent rendition of 
                  the Serenade: sensual, assured and with a powerful ending. 
                  In Trepak, Podles again depicts Death as kind, feminine, 
                  even playful. Death lures and ensnares, until it shows its real 
                  nature, summoning the blizzard to bury the lost man. And then 
                  Death, soft and tender again, sings sweet tales to him. The 
                  Field-Marshal depicts the horrors of a battle and the final 
                  victorious song of the Death, its apotheosis. Podles has the 
                  necessary power to bring out the composer’s intentions. She 
                  applies excellent word coloring. This terrifying dirge-march 
                  provides both the culmination and the finale for this album. 
                  And this was the right decision: I can’t imagine something that 
                  could be sung after such a passionate and thought-provoking 
                  interpretation. Of the interpretations I have heard, the most 
                  hair-raising one was done by Kielland/Osadchuk, but Podles undeniably 
                  exhibits greater mastery of voice.  
                   
                  Ewa Podles is famous for her exceptional voice range. She goes 
                  down to the lows and up to the highs, while keeping the sound 
                  beautiful. Though sometimes her voice can become hard and heavy, 
                  such occasions are rare. Her Russian pronunciation is exemplary, 
                  and native speakers should have no reservations. She impresses 
                  with her perfect diction and deepest understanding of the nuances 
                  of meaning, which she expresses vocally.  
                   
                  The accompaniment by Graham Johnson is typically fine – though 
                  this can be taken for granted, right? I want to point out the 
                  feeling of freedom that his playing radiates: freedom and power. 
                  He is not hiding behind the singer, but is a true partner. The 
                  recording quality is very good and clear, capturing the black 
                  pearls of Podles’ voice admirably. The booklet contains small 
                  essays in French and English about the works, as well as the 
                  performers’ biographies, but regrettably no texts or translations. 
                  This is an admirable recital, expressive and exciting. But be 
                  prepared when you approach The Nursery: it is so different 
                  from your regular Romantic song-cycles! I just want it to be 
                  a discovery for you, not a shock.  
                     
                  Oleg Ledeniov 
                   
                   
                 
                
                  
                  
                  
                  
                  
                
                 
                   
                 
                 
             
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