Have you heard Shallapin sing? No is? I didn’t hear either, but...

This happened in the city of Würzburg, during the Radio Biological Congress.

The year is 95 or 96.

At the end of the official opening of the Congress, all the participants gathered.

500-600 people under a huge tent to eat German

Cakes and beer to drink. A small improvised stage.

orchestra, something popular, and despite amplifiers and columns, barely

The noise of the scientists. The noise is not small.

Apart from our delegation, we find ourselves drinking and discussing urgent issues.

Radio biology is loved by delegations from other countries. Language barriers are calculated

Just as quickly as the “free” German beer disappears. I sit for

at the table with his boss and because of his youth and stupid humility

I drink little, but look at the public more or conduct purely scientific conversations.

At the next table I notice an interesting couple, he is obviously ours, she is...

It looks like an American, no longer young – 40-45. Sitting somehow

They talk to each other, but the conversation continues.

very slowly, because he barely speaks English, and she almost

He does not speak Russian.

My boss, who knows almost all of our delegation, says that this

A guy from Novosibirsk, often travels to conferences to meet

It was with this girl... Suddenly I noticed that he stood up from behind the table and

He resolutely goes to the stage. He asked the organizer and

He goes up with him to the pitch. People who don’t stop making noise.

They are aware of these changes and are interested. Orchestra

silent, the organizer takes the microphone, and, trying to scream the noise,

“A Russian friend wants to sing something for an American friend.”

Everyone looks at the scene, continuing their work. The organizer,

When he finished speaking, he passed the microphone to “Russian” and smiled.

It descends. Siberian approaches the edge of the scene, looking with his eyes

her “American friend” and begins to sing – only for her.

Well, we also hear everything – because we cannot hear. Closed

the noise of a huge pavilion, with a well-set voice he sings about

The wall and the hole. Without the microphone, everything is silent. All Simply

I was stunned by the strength and depth of his voice. He only looks at her and

Singing only for her. Neither before nor after – I have nothing like that.

I heard. The applause was such that probably Shalapin would be jealous.

And he quietly nodded to the musicians, gave away the unnecessary microphone and

returned to her. As she looked at him, her eyes shone with tears or

Happiness... how you want to believe that they all succeeded...

And the banquet, after a while again silenced... the Finns tried to sing a choir, right?

It did not work well...



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