Dmitri Hvorostovsky (1962-2017)

“I opened the window” P. I. Tchaikovsky and Graf Konstantin Romanoff I opened the window, it became stiflingly unbearable, I knelt down before him. And my face smelled nightly spring The fragrant breath of lilac.   And somewhere in the distance, a nightingale sang wonderfully, I listened to him with a deep sadness, And with…