Is there any opera more devastating than Eugene Onegin? Any opera climax that leaves so much blood on the stage without a single visible wound? Even Don Giovanni passes into the mythological before its monumental ending, keeping us at one remove from empathy with the doomed title character. In Eugene Onegin, we end with two people's lives torn asunder by their mistaken ideas about each other -- the monumental emotions of the heart. You reach out your hands and hold on, and fall into the emotional abyss with Eugene and Tatiana. Wow.
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P.S. Gratuitous Dmitri Hvorostovsky picture. He's called "The Siberian Tiger" since he's from (and currently lives in) Siberia. WANT.
Oh, this is what I watched tonight. Fabulous on so many levels!
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