Международный интернет-журнал
Русский Глобус
Декабрь
2010, №10
Oliver Colbentson playing...
The distance
in the Hall separating me from the performer, became very short. The violinist
played only for me
–
so precisely, confidentially music entered
my soul, so open and sincere was our
communication. It seemed, the bow drives not only the violin, but also the souls of
those in the Hall. The music escaped, left there, where neither borders,
nor frameworks, nor limits, nor authorities, only open space - boundless. |