One of the nicest things about being in Petersburg is singing with my choir again. Coming back on Monday for the first time since the spring it was like I’d never been away. As a lot of my Petersburg stories are choir stories, here’s a little who’s who of the characters I spend two or three nights a week with:
NR, our conductor. She is quite a character in the way that only singing teachers are, and anyone who has had one before will know what I mean. She doesn’t do anything in halves; whether she’s hugging and kissing me and telling me how good and clever I am, or berating everyone for causing her so much pain (!) by talking amongst ourselves too much or not listening to one another’s parts (or any other misdemeanour, etc etc), she always expresses herself very intensely, which is more funny and endearing than anything else. It’s nice that these singing-teacher qualities are apparently universal and transcend cultures.bShe always calls me moia devochka (“my girl”) and is always looking out for me.
N, who I know best, and who gets only her first initial because she is the definitive N. She is an alto and I’m a soprano but despite this the universe has brought us together and we’ve remained very close, always write and have two-hour voice calls together and she in the times I’ve been back to Petersburg it’s her I’ve stayed with. I remember the first time I met her I thought she had a rather earnest face and bearing, but she is never, ever stern or severe and her eyes widen and light up when she laughs; and I very quickly got to know this side of her. She is also very devout; talking about the beauty of a specific prayer or song also, like joy, makes her eyes widen and her voice rise and fall.
LS, a second soprano, is still my senior by more than ten years but is still the closest to me in age, so our relationship feels more sisterly than eg NR’s grandmotherly fussing over me and she is, apart from N, the only one I call by the informal pronoun ty. She is one of our best singers.
TR and VK, the other first sopranos. I know TR a little better as we take the same bus to the metro after rehearsal, which gives us time to talk. Like NR, one of her closest friends and with whom she worked before NR’s retirement, she is very in touch with her emotions. Sometimes this is cute and sometimes it’s just awkward for everyone involved. She once burst into tears on the bus after a christening because she found it so moving and I was mortified and had no idea how I was meant to comfort her. Was I meant to comfort her? Was she expecting me to join in too? Perhaps the best way I can sum her up is by the way she, also like NR, spoils me rotten. I cannot open my mouth to sing a single note without her calling me an umnichka and a molodets. Whenever we’re in the trapeznaia after a service and there’s food involved, she follows me around plying me with black bread, grapes, chocolate wafers, and slices of banana.
EB, who has joined the choir since I was last here, is incredibly sweet. She has asked me to meet up with her and her daughter this afternoon because she studies IR and she wants to introduce us, and it’s nice that she has been so warm and friendly.
MG and SG used to come to choir but since I was last here they’ve got married and apparently don’t have time for us any more, which is a shame because they are the cutest couple I think I’ve ever met. MG is a soprano with a beautiful voice and though SG was one of the only men in the choir, he was completely tone-deaf and just came along to sit with SG and knew it was better for all involved if he didn’t join in. She tried to help him along, but it was a lost cause. They now have a joint Instagram where they share their cute adventures, and though they don’t sing with us any more I think they still come to the church and they always compere church concerts and events, so I hope I see them while I’m here.
AK and AB, our only men these days, do their best to hold the fort at the lower end of the scale. They also do all the manly jobs. I know that as a feminist I am meant to reject this kind of stereotyping and distribution of roles, but sometimes it really is helpful. We were once singing at a baptism and half an hour beforehand the paddling pool we were using punctured and started to leak quite aggressively until water was pooling across the chapel floor. While I also wanted to solve this crisis (!), I have no idea how to solve this kind of practical problem and nor do I really care to pretend I do, but they patched it up very quickly and did not expect us “sisters” to lift a finger.
VT seems pleasant but she told me this week that I’m supposed to be thinking about getting married (!!!) and I do not like her VKontakte reposts from pages with names like “HOLY RUS”, which just seem like thinly veiled nationalism. Both of these things make me cast doubt on her character. Moving on.
NY, another soprano, is very short, very cute, and always cheerful. To distinguish her from N, with whom she shares a name, people call NY “little N”.
OKh and LKh, two more altos. NR told me to sit next to LKh on the first day I turned up at the choir and she took very good care of me. Something about her reminds me of Ethel from I Love Lucy: partly the sound and intonation of her voice but partly also this odd aura of innocence and naïveté she gives off despite her fifty or so years, which endears her to me and makes me want to protect her.
YV has such a low voice that she often sings with the men. I don’t know her very well because we don’t sit by each other in rehearsals and don’t have much of a chance to talk outside of them, but I’m eternally haunted by the way she answered a survey I gave them all for my year abroad essay and wrote in the margins that the family is like a church and women are meant to support their husband, who is the priest. Scream (especially because it was completely unrelated to the topic of my survey). I find it quite unsettling that my female friends in the choir always talk about love and marriage in such a positive and, I think, quite idealistic way when just about all of them are divorced or spinsters. What is the logic? Do they not notice the contradiction between what they wish for me and their own lives, or do they somehow think things will be better for me?
Father V, one of the priests at the church who does most of the liaising with our choir and leading the services we sing at. He often drops in on our rehearsals to see how things are going and say hello. I first met him not long after I started going along: we were rehearsing when I heard the door open behind me and everyone else stood up. I did the same and when I turned around I saw the most Russian-looking priest you could possibly imagine, in red robes with a massive gold cross around his neck. I don’t know how to describe him except to invite the reader to picture a stereotypical Russian priest, and I can assure you that whatever you are thinking of, that is Father V exactly. He is very kind and warm and always pleased to see me, but as he once took me aside and asked me if I “related to the theme of same-sex love” to remind me that “we in the Orthodox Church absolutely do not support this”, I know that that warmth towards others has a limit, and part of me lies beyond it. I’m not really interested in doing any more hand-wringing about this, so whatever.
I think that’s about everyone. I wish I had a slightly more upbeat ending to this post (!), but never mind. Our next rehearsal is tomorrow night and we are very busy getting ready for our New Year service and a series of little services in the days immediately after Christmas. I’m moving in with N today, which will be nice because she and I like to practice together. Except I need to pack all my things! – so I will end here and get on with it.