for voice, 3 real and 3 virtual ensembles (2017)
Texts by Pawel Adelgeim

Score

Commentary 

Pawel Adelgeim, russian clergyman and writer. He lived in Pskov and was murdered in 2013. In the time of soviet union, he was known as dissident and fighter for religious freedom. After the dissolution of the soviet union, he became a critic of the new relation between orthodox church and state.

The orchestra consists of 6 groups. II, III and V consist of real musicians, where as I, IV VI are contemporary music sample orchestras played by computers through loudspeakers. „Musicians“ of the sample orchestras may play any instrument and any instrumental sound. They are nevertheless notated as a normal instrumental score.

Duration 

22 min

Instrumentation 

Soprano, Mezzosoprano, Alto
1 oboe
2 clarinets
1 bassoon
1 horn
1 trumpet in C
1 trombone
1 piano
1 harp
1 accordion
2 percussions
2 violins
1 viola
1 violoncello
1  double bass

Electronics

Text 

My Perspectives

It is time for us to remember how 
you came from the manor house at dusk,
unsolicited, to see me, your bathrobe
lightly thrown over your shoulders.

And at this moment, everything that was unrealistic
was inconceivably close:
the flowers on the starched tablecloth,
tea and hot sausages,

Cozy light and the noise of children,
and these tender hands –
the senses cannot believe
the sight and the sounds.

But what next? Where to go?
How to provide for the children?
All roads lead to a dead end
under the callous indifference of a gray sky.

I go before the bishop as an uninvited guest
and I enter the reception room I know so well
“Serve the church? I don’t have the strength take that on.
A convict, a counterrevolutionary … oh dear, no.”

“We are glad to help you, of course, but” – 
answers the city council –
“for a man of your views
there are no intelligent jobs.”

I could work hard
to support myself for a while – 
the legs have stayed in prison.
What good is an invalid? 

It’s clear the bishops are fully booked.
They don’t care about my future.
Guilty? Was he right? – Throw him out. 
And there…let him figure out how to survive.

And the chatter becomes an invisible thread,
that weaves itself like a noose around my neck:
“cripple, counterrevolutionary, Pope, convict…
and he’s still here?

There’s no place on earth for such a person,
let him suffocate in the noose.”
Here I do not take it upon myself to argue
and I remain silent. Silence.

Мои Перспективы

Подумать нам уже пора
о том, как в сумерках непрошенных
ко мне ты выйдешь со двора
в халате, на плечи наброшенном.

И всё, что было нереально,
Вдруг станет невозможно блиско:
Цветы на скатерти крахмальной,
Чай и горячие сосиски,

уютный свет и детский шум
и эти ласковые руки -
Отказывающийся ум
Поверить в образы и звуки.

А дальше что? Куда идти?
Где заработать детям хлеба?
В тупик заводят все пути
Под безразлично серым небом.

Незваным гостем к архиерею
Войду в знакомый кабинет.
„Служить? Я вас принять не смею.
Судимый, контра…что вы! Нет“.

„Мы вам помочь, конечно, рады,
Но, - отвечает горсовет, -
для человека Ваших взглядов
Интеллигентной службы нет“.

Трудом тяжёлым я бы мог
хотя бы временно кормиться -
Тюрьма оставила без ног.
А инвалид на что годится?

Владыкам явно недосуг.
Моя судьба их не тревожит.
Виновен? прав ли? - сбыть бы с рук.
А там… пускай живёт, как может.

А сплетни ниткою незримой
Петлю на шею мне плетут:
„Калека, контра, поп, судимый…
И до сих пор ещё он тут?

Таким нет места на земле
Пусть задыхается в петле“.
Тут спорить мне не по плечу,
и я молчу. Молчу.

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for voice, 3 real and 3 virtual ensembles (2017)
Texts by Pawel Adelgeim

Score

Commentary 

Pawel Adelgeim, russian clergyman and writer. He lived in Pskov and was murdered in 2013. In the time of soviet union, he was known as dissident and fighter for religious freedom. After the dissolution of the soviet union, he became a critic of the new relation between orthodox church and state.

The orchestra consists of 6 groups. II, III and V consist of real musicians, where as I, IV VI are contemporary music sample orchestras played by computers through loudspeakers. „Musicians“ of the sample orchestras may play any instrument and any instrumental sound. They are nevertheless notated as a normal instrumental score.

Duration 

22 min

Instrumentation 

Soprano, Mezzosoprano, Alto
1 oboe
2 clarinets
1 bassoon
1 horn
1 trumpet in C
1 trombone
1 piano
1 harp
1 accordion
2 percussions
2 violins
1 viola
1 violoncello
1  double bass

Electronics

Text 

My Perspectives

It is time for us to remember how 
you came from the manor house at dusk,
unsolicited, to see me, your bathrobe
lightly thrown over your shoulders.

And at this moment, everything that was unrealistic
was inconceivably close:
the flowers on the starched tablecloth,
tea and hot sausages,

Cozy light and the noise of children,
and these tender hands –
the senses cannot believe
the sight and the sounds.

But what next? Where to go?
How to provide for the children?
All roads lead to a dead end
under the callous indifference of a gray sky.

I go before the bishop as an uninvited guest
and I enter the reception room I know so well
“Serve the church? I don’t have the strength take that on.
A convict, a counterrevolutionary … oh dear, no.”

“We are glad to help you, of course, but” – 
answers the city council –
“for a man of your views
there are no intelligent jobs.”

I could work hard
to support myself for a while – 
the legs have stayed in prison.
What good is an invalid? 

It’s clear the bishops are fully booked.
They don’t care about my future.
Guilty? Was he right? – Throw him out. 
And there…let him figure out how to survive.

And the chatter becomes an invisible thread,
that weaves itself like a noose around my neck:
“cripple, counterrevolutionary, Pope, convict…
and he’s still here?

There’s no place on earth for such a person,
let him suffocate in the noose.”
Here I do not take it upon myself to argue
and I remain silent. Silence.

Мои Перспективы

Подумать нам уже пора
о том, как в сумерках непрошенных
ко мне ты выйдешь со двора
в халате, на плечи наброшенном.

И всё, что было нереально,
Вдруг станет невозможно блиско:
Цветы на скатерти крахмальной,
Чай и горячие сосиски,

уютный свет и детский шум
и эти ласковые руки -
Отказывающийся ум
Поверить в образы и звуки.

А дальше что? Куда идти?
Где заработать детям хлеба?
В тупик заводят все пути
Под безразлично серым небом.

Незваным гостем к архиерею
Войду в знакомый кабинет.
„Служить? Я вас принять не смею.
Судимый, контра…что вы! Нет“.

„Мы вам помочь, конечно, рады,
Но, - отвечает горсовет, -
для человека Ваших взглядов
Интеллигентной службы нет“.

Трудом тяжёлым я бы мог
хотя бы временно кормиться -
Тюрьма оставила без ног.
А инвалид на что годится?

Владыкам явно недосуг.
Моя судьба их не тревожит.
Виновен? прав ли? - сбыть бы с рук.
А там… пускай живёт, как может.

А сплетни ниткою незримой
Петлю на шею мне плетут:
„Калека, контра, поп, судимый…
И до сих пор ещё он тут?

Таким нет места на земле
Пусть задыхается в петле“.
Тут спорить мне не по плечу,
и я молчу. Молчу.

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