Caro Mio Ben

Learning to Sing

My grandmother, the princess Mescherskaya, after the revolution of 1917 became an opera singer. I never opened my mouth for a single note until

2018, when I somehow found myself at the Rockland Congregational Church choir. There was Poul Whiton, a voice teacher, there and he started to teach me. On these photos, taken with my broken iPhone, I sing a sad Irish song about Molly Malone. I couldn’t hold laughter at the words “cockles and muscles”. I like Irish black humor.

My singing voice happened to be very high soprano, so after Caro Mio Ben we learned Nightingale (Solovey) by Alabiev, Joan Sutherland’s version.

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With a paperwork issue, I found myself in New England instead of “regular” England. Well, another game started. Before things calm down, I stayed in the Rockland Congregational Church and it was one of the best ever times. I got up with nautical twilight and sang loud before the custodian, Rick, comes and turns the lights on. It’s time for me to drive to YMCA for a swim.

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Awarded journalist and photographer. Started running and earned a Silver medal at the World Athletics Championships within the same year, 2011. Got the trailname Brave and turned into intrepid solo traveler.