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Remember those hundreds of pages of moralizing on fate and history at the end of War and Peace which you were always tempted to skip, preferring to have Andrei's death scene with the grieving Natasha at his bedside go on and on? Well, in the adaptation of Tolstoy's epic novel which visiting director Norman Ayrton is staging in the second mainstage slot this season at the end of March, the romantic glow doesn't fade because the moralizing comes first. In the stage version the voice of Tolstoy has been fleshed out as a narrator...
...afternoon play, England's Virginia Wade was extended to three sets before downing cross-Channel challenger Betty Stove 4-6, 6-2, 7-5. Wade now faces Natasha Chmyreva, a strong young Russian player who has won impressively in her opening matches...
...opera might as well have been called Peace and War. It starts well along in the Tolstoy novel, with Prince Andrei Bolkonsky on a visit to Count Rostov's country estate, musing on the seeming emptiness of his life, then discovering Rostov's beautiful daughter Natasha. That and the next six scenes depict, with a mixture of passion, intrigue and despair, the decadent social life of prewar Russia. The last six scenes are devoted to the French invasion of 1812. Napoleon struts nervously (to the accompaniment of diabolic fanfares in brass), while Russian Field Marshal Kutuzov praises...
...strength of the Bolshoi's first-night performance-from the blasting power of both chorus and orchestra to the sensitive, rich-voiced singing of Soprano Makvala Kasrashvili as Natasha and Baritone Yuri Mazurok as Andrei -lay in the company's willingness to take War and Peace for what it is and never what it is not. It is an epic; but unlike the heroes of Verdi or Wagner, Napoleon and Kutuzov never meet face to face, nor do we ever see Andrei suffer his fatal wound, nor can Natasha save him. But although War and Peace...
...Fanne ended one evening with a loud quarrel when she decided that he was paying too much attention to a stripper named Vegas Vixen. Last week the women at the club seemed jittery about their notoriety. "Everybody's nervous ?we're not supposed to talk: about it," Natasha, a brunette with deep cleavage, whispered into a customer...