12.20.2009

Exceptional Nadejda

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There on the stage, alone, sits a single, glorious, sparkling black grand piano.

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The strategically placed lights above shine down upon it as the audience waits in hushed whispers on a chilly night in a beautiful hall in NYC's Lincoln Center.

As magnificently crafted as that elegant Grand is, it is just a curvaceous box of wood, ivory, strings and metal….until she glides from the velvet curtain; stage left.


She is true elegance as she floats across the stage passing in front of the Mighty Steinw*ay that, in that moment it is clear is merely her accompaniment.

The anticipation is palpable as I hear the audience collectively catch their breath, along with me, as we take in just how beautiful she truly is.

She stands before us in her stunning silky,pale toffee-colored, sleeveless gown.

It perfectly showcases her glistening, flawless, alabaster skin and lithe frame.

The crystals embedded on the front and back of her gown sparkle and shine like diamonds beneath the lights.

In a moment, she greets her audience with a bow as she shyly parts her lips: showcasing that unbelieveably dazzling smile of hers.

Even before she begins it is clear; she is a one woman show.


She quickly positions herself in front of the piano and with ultimate concentration and grace she embarks on a magical journey as her fingers enchantingly begin to touch the keys.

The incredible sound has enveloped us all and within seconds we are helplessly and happily under her spell.


She summons Prokofiev, Liadov, Bortkiewicz, Vladigerov, Shubert (Liebermann) and Liszt.

She undoubtedly makes all of them beam with pride.

The strength, power, endurance and precision that emanates from her, alone, can only be described as mesmerizing.


Her fingers dance across the keys like delicate ballerinas then pounce like a tiger.

They are as playful as a couple of Jack Russell Terriers on an afternoon jaunt, hopping like a fluffy white rabbit on the new grass in Springtime, and then, without warning move furiously in a controlled blur; only to come to rest in a lingering slow motion as if to squeeze every minute detail from the notes beneath.


She delivers every emotion right at our feet…


A Sunrise
A Crashing Cymbal
A Waterfall
Black, White and the Rainbow of Colors between
A Moment in Time
Loss, Love, Hunger, Satisfaction
Unbridled Passion
Silent Snowfall
A Speeding Locomotive
Purpose, Whimsy
Waves relentlessly crashing against a jetty
Abandon, Devotion
A Dazzling Racehorse
A Delicate Music Box


Her statuesque beauty and elegance evokes a timelessness that is hard to deny.
She is in front of me, yet I am magically transported as I watch her playing a hundred years ago; perhaps two hundred.
She is a vision.
Her talent is undeniable and the intellect that goes hand in hand with that kind of talent
is beyond my comprehension.
There is not a stitch of music before her yet;
she executes a perfect performance for nearly two hours using merely the contents of her head.
Merely the contents of her head?!
I cannot imagine such a gift…just her and the piano.
With her sheer ability and the depths of her soul, working in absolute unison,
she captures the world.
My eyes well up as I imagine the foresight, allegiance and respect for her extraordinary gift that led her down the path of nurturing it and dedicating herself completely
to her craft since childhood.
She has worked tirelessly through the decades to perfect it, often under the scrutiny of others but always under the ever present and watchful eye of her harshest critic; herself.

She sits at the helm of the Steinw*ay, not on a bench,
but high upon a stack of cushions; an unlikely throne for such royalty.
As I watch her there, her slim and elegant silhouette reminds me of the fairy tale;
The Princess and the Pea.
I cannot take my eyes off of her as I hear her play the Christmas Waltz.
It is so incredibly beautiful and she brings it to life.
I feel the warmth of my own tears silently stream down my cheek.
My husband reaches for my hand and swallows hard, himself,
gently shaking his own head in acknowledgement.
How such beauty and talent can live in one person... I am lost in wonder.

The performance has ended but the audience will not allow her to leave.
She momentarily disappears behind the curtain and emerges
time and again after each of the 4 ovations.
Each time she appears she is, characteristically, shy and unassuming but the moment she sits before her piano (her familiar partner and friend); her fears are quickly abated
as she re-enters her zone.
Before each encore she whispers to the audience the name and composer of the piece in her soft, shy Bulgarian accent before she magnificently performs it...becomes it; from memory, for her insatiable audience.
The moment I hear her voice, I awaken from the trance the music has put me in.
I smile among the backdrop of the sounds emanating from the stage; from her.
I am remembering all the beautiful words I have heard from that very voice.
There she is, my darling friend;
the enviously thin, bubbly, joyful, ever appreciative girl
who always looks so chic even when clad in jeans and a t-shirt.
I know her and I adore her.
She’s ridiculously unassuming; a true lover of life.
I see her quietly asleep on my sofa;
picking crumbs from a giant cupcake
in the middle of the night that I have made her the evening before…
she’s like a little mouse!
She is being so silly and making our daughters (our little virtual twins) laugh,

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She’s rockin’ a hula hoop and cracking herself (and us) up.

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In those moments, she is just the sweetest girl I know.

She is adept at putting her alter ego, Pianist Extraordinaire…La Virtuosa, upon a shelf.

She is a wife.

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(Handsome Prince Farhan)

She is a mother.

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(Breathtakingly Beautiful Rosalia)


She is a friend.

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She is slipping her arm into mine and walking together in the park as we chat and giggle like schoolgirls enjoying every moment of one another.

Ours is a friendship that we almost missed had the stars not been precisely aligned.

Her precious, genuine words and kind, gentle manner never cease to warm my heart.

She snuggles close to me and whispers “you are so real” and she means every word...

she thanks me for our friendship.

I remind her how extraordinary she is and how lucky I am to have her in my life.

She is and I am.

If you ever have the privilege to hear an exceptional, enchanting performance by my dear friend, don’t hesitate for a moment.

Her performance is as unforgettable as the woman is herself.

To learn more about her,you can visit her here


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And watch a clip of some of her past performances
Here and Here.

10 comments:

  1. BEAUTIFUL post..
    your words are BREATHTAKING..
    I had lost your blog and soo glad to be brought back to such a wonderful place..
    Thank you for being you..
    Hugs..
    Happy Holidays..

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  2. Wow, what an amazing post, I felt like I was right there with you. What a precious friendship, it's obvious how much you both mean to each other.

    Off to check out more about your very talented friend!

    Happy Christmas week, Miss Dita! :)

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  3. Dita,
    What a lovely post!! You have a way with words and expressing yourself.... Simply beautiful. I am so glad that you have such a special relationship with your friend. Friends are so important.to have and to share things with.

    Merry Christmas!!
    Blessings,
    Jody

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  4. Whenever I visit your blog, I feel like I need to pull up to the computer with a big mug of coffee and settle in so I can take in your beautiful words. Seriously girl...... WRITE A BOOK!!!!

    I remember the night you went, I had no idea she was such a dear friend. You two obviously share an incredible bond....and it looks like the two little ladies are well are their way:)

    Merry Chrismtas Girl....Hope you and the family have a wonderful holiday. I am looking forward to my visit next week:)

    xo,

    Lisa

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  5. Well your friend may have the talent with music but you have it with words, miss Dita! and what a precious gift you share of friendship. I love that your little girls are friends too! what beauties and gorgeous pictures(of course).

    Merry Christmas!

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  6. My dear....I am spell-bound! How your friend can move people with her heart and hands - so you can with your words. Lisa is right. Write a book!

    I studied classical piano for 13 years and I'm excited to hear her play. Thank you for sharing her with us.

    How thrilling it must have been to watch her that night. You both are lucky to have met.

    Merry Christmas my friend!!

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  7. Heavy sigh...the injustice and inequity of our lives is more clear everytime I see you exercise your myriad of talents and gifts. This post came out of a novel, that I want to order off of Amazon right now.

    You reminded me of someone I forgot on my list of acquaintances Wilma with the warts.

    I surrender to your superiority in every way.

    You are a jewel that compares to none.

    Love V

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  8. That was amazing. Do you even realize how your words reach people? You are just as every bit talented as your beautiful friend. How lucky for the two of you to know each other and have one another in your lives. I'm left here yearning to know more about your friend and hear her talent, and to read more from you. I've been completely drawn in.

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  9. www.nadejdavlaeva.comDecember 23, 2009 at 11:13 AM

    My love,

    You are so undescribably talented. Queen of Words! Your piece of art reads like is a fairy tale. You take me by the hand and lead me from the first to the last word and you leave me dreaming about what's beyond the little BIG words....
    I wish I was there with you, at that concert, I wish I knew that person....I still think it is about someone else....
    And it leaves me spellbound and wonder even more about the girl behind the computer with the the big deep velvety eyes and the pearl smile, and the golden heart, and the diamond soul....What a mystery she is....

    in awe of you,
    Nadejda

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  10. What a beautiful tribute to your dear friend! There is no doubt how blessed you are to call her friend.

    To beautiful mothers...

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