YEVGENY  SVETLANOV
By Olga Fyodorova
 
...By midday, May 7, 2002, the sprawling Teatralnaya square in downtown Moscow was filled with thousands of mourning people heading towards the towering bulk of the Bolshoi Theater... Famous musicians, writers, actors, students, music lovers who had spent hours on end standing in line to get tickets to Svetlanov’s concerts were now lining up to say their last farewells to the deceased Master…
There was soft music playing in the Bolshoi Theater’s foyer but there were no speeches. Just as Yevgeny Svetlanov wanted. Lucid until his very last moment, Svetlanov said he wanted his body to be laid, in keeping with old Russian tradition, inside a simple pinewood coffin... That the farewell ceremony to be held in the Bolshoi Theater which had always been his second home…  That the burial service be performed inside a small church in the very heart of Moscow where he occasionally dropped in… That he be interred alongside his loved ones…  That there be a simple wooden cross put atop his grave and that during the whole ceremony they play Russian music which was part and parcel of his soul…
When Yevgeny Svetlanov, then a 22-year-old young man, showed up at the entrance examinations to the Conservatory conductors’ department, Professor Alexander Gauk wondered why should he, a brilliant pianist and a talented composer want to get into conducting too.
“I want to perform every single piece of music, well known and forgotten, ever written by a Russian classic,” Yevgeny said. 
Professor Gauk smiled: these youngsters were all crazy about anthologies!  Unlike many of his peers however, Svetlanov eventually realized his long cherished dream creating an anthology of Russian classics no one had ever done before…
600 hours of music, more than 2,000 compositions! Yevgeny Svetlanov devoted nearly 40 years of his life to make happen what eventually became a shining monument to his selfless service to Music…
Still a young boy, Yevgeny was forever hooked on the performances and concerts by the legendary conductor Nikolai Golovanov. Years later he already knew how to energize the audience and, working them up to ecstasy, sent people on their feet, just like Golovanov once did…
A great lover of Nature, Svetlanov had a rare gift of translating into music the quiet of a serene lake, of a steppe stretching out forever, the sound of the wind playing with the foliage… 
Yevgeny Svetlanov grew up right in the Bolshoi where his mother was an opera singer and were he, from the tender age of five, used to take part in crowd scenes. Becoming a conductor with the Bolshoi orchestra at the still young age of 27, he made an amazingly quick transition to the music director and chief conductor of the country’s premiere opera venue.  He was the ultimate leader who always knew where he was going and firmly steered his hundreds-strong company to success.  He was absolutely inimitable in his ability to fine-tune the performers resulting in a smoothly working orchestra playing with clockwork precision. The ultimate theater man, he was strongly energized by the stage lights, the curtains and the audience.  His inspiration uplifted him and he soared above the routine, above the audience and his musicians were working miracles…
Later moving on to head the State Symphony orchestra, Svetlanov kept coming back to the Bolshoi to relish its unique atmosphere and staging a spate of evergreens like Othello by Giuseppe Verdi, The Tale of the Invisible City of Kitezh, Pskovityanka and the Golden Cockerel by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, and other outstanding productions.
Both at the head of the Bolshoi and the National Symphony Orchestras, Svetlanov worked hours on end looking for his own, inimitable, sound. The musicians often grumbled about his nitpicking exactingness but, knowing his tough character, never dared to openly vent their frustration. This hard work brought amazing results though and, listening to their recordings, one can’t help admiring the absolutely faultless performance of Svetlanov’s orchestra.
Theirs was an absolutely one of a kind sound… It took Svetlanov a mere few months to give the NSO its brand new sound. From the very first measures, the listeners were immersed in the rich and warm singing of the strings, the airy flutes, tender-sounding oboes and the ringing trumpets. Foreign conductors who chanced to work with Svetlanov’s orchestra all admired its noble sound and exquisite color palette which they said symbolized the very special and inimitable sound of a Russian orchestra playing…
A born conductor, Yevgeny Svetlanov always said that, above all, he was a composer. He wrote more than a hundred pieces of music, from romances to symphonies, but, frankly speaking, his compositional talent was no match for his conducting and pianistic skills. And still it helped him as a conductor. Svetlanov was more than a performer of someone else’s music, sometimes it looked as if he actually partook in the work of the great masters he played…
His eternal desire to improve was another major boost. Always on the lookout for a new, more expressive musical language, Svetlanov, completing his anthology, immediately switched over to Mahler, then Wagner, Beethoven, Lizst, played classical orchestral miniatures and even 20th century pop hits.  He ticked the listeners’ imagination with new, unexpected images and associations. Until his very last moment he was desperately searching for himself in music and, appreciating this non-stop, gargantuan effort, the listeners literally idolized him… 
Officially, Yevgeny Svetlanov was equally well appreciated winning every imaginable national awards, honorary titles and distinctions.  All this, however, didn’t spare him the anguish and frustration that soured his ebbing years.  Social instability makes the heart grow harder as they say and, all of a sudden, the orchestra Svetlanov had worked so hard to make this country’s best, started falling apart with the best musicians emigrating and the rest grumbling... Mutual resentment was building up and, one day, it all came to a head… Rushing in to put out the flames of a raging conflict, Culture Minister Mikhail Shvydkoi fired the great master who had devoted 30 years of his life to what people now called the Svetlanov orchestra and with very good reason too… Feeling morally and professionally uprooted, Svetlanov lost his bearings…  Looking suddenly aged, he spent some time conducting other Russian orchestras, working abroad, but the thrill was gone now… He looked like a mighty oak tree with its roots sawn off…
Yevgeny Svetlanov had, over the years, been ill may times, operated on and dangling precariously between life and death, but he always managed to recover and get back to work. This time, however, he finally succumbed to cancer that was killing him… On May 3, 2002, during the Passion Week, the soul departed his longsuffering body to ascend to everlasting life...
 
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