#ukrainian composer

[lesser-known-composers]

Nikolai Roslavets (1880/1-1944) - Piano Trio No.2 : I Con moto ·

Trio Fontenay

[justacynicalromantic]

One of my favorite composers of all time is Ukrainian composer Mykola Lysenko. His music is on par with many famous classical music names - and yet, the world does not know of him. Even among Ukrainians, very little people would remember him - I know his works well, because I finished music school where we had Music History and Literature classes.

Just listen to this. This. Is. Absolute. Masterpiece. God, as a pianist, I have ear orgasm just listening to this🥹🥹🥹

And his orchestra pieces... oh his orchestra pieces... *faints*

You want a waltz? Here you go:

[yourdailyqueer]

Marcelle de Manziarly (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 13 October 1899  

RIP: 12 May 1989

Ethnicity: White - Ukrainian

Occupation: Pianist, music teacher, conductor, composer

[theshatterednotes]

Oleksandr Yurchenko - Count to 100. Symphony #1 (edit 2001)

[lengthofropes]

spending my evening listening to Ukrainian songs of 60′s and 70's and got mesmerized by this masterpiece again. it’s called “A Song Will Be among Us” - written and performed by Volodymyr Ivasiuk, 1971. Do not hide the blue ray of your eyes, Sing to me one last time. I will take that song as a memory, This song will be among Us

[merrymorningofmay]

my mom is the conductor in our church choir and on easter they always sing the paschal troparion in different languages (based on what my mom likes music-wise and what her small non-professional choir can pull off without too much tweaking)

it's gotta be my favourite part of the service so i wanted to share them! (if i butcher the romanization here or there sorry + let me know the correct spelling please)

the chant goes: christ is risen from the dead, / trampling down death by death, / and to those in the tombs / bestowing life.

greek (hristos anesti)

georgian (krist’e aghsdga) (my favourite one tbh)

mandarin chinese (復活節讚詞 / fùhuó jié zàn cí)

well, ukrainian, of course (khrystos voskres)

and while i was looking up these ones i stumbled upon a couple others which i liked so i gotta pile them in for good measure :')

arabic (al massih qam) (i believe the rest of what he sings is the stichera?)

finnish (kristus nousi kuolleista)

irish (tá críost éirithe as na marbh)

happy easter everybody!!

[hiddenworldofmary]

someone probably said “i dare you to organise a classical music concert in an old shipyard” and somebody else replied “hold my beer”

[medicinemane]

Anyway... I've been following this invasion since the lead up to it, don't think there's been a single day I didn't look at an update about it, unless I was just too tired and rolled that update in with the one from the next day

Point is, if you have question I may not have all the answers, but I have a basic understanding and would be happy to answer them

I just think that supporting Ukraine is something important in the same way that knowing about the Iranian people's struggles and supporting them against their government is important

I hope we're all on the same page here, but if you don't support Ukraine I've got a mountain of reasons why I do, and I'm happy to answer questions

[dontforgetukraine]

This Ukrainian wartime art installation is at this year's Burning Man. Despite Russia's war and aggression, Ukrainians remain resilient and their spirit unbreakable.

The installation, composed of shrapnel-torn signs and other war artifacts, is a visual representation of life in Ukraine since Russia's full-scale invasion.

Sources: Ukraine.ua, Ukraine

[unhonestlymirror]

Portrait of Marusya Churai (by Fedir Panasovych Samusiv) - the legendary Ukrainian poetess and singer, the author of many famous songs of Bohdan Khmelnytśkyi times.

According to legend, Marusya Churai was born in 1625 (according to other versions, in 1628 or 1629) in the family of the kozak centurion Hordiy, one of the leaders of the anti-Polish uprising. After the death of her father, who was one of the foremen during the Ostryanin Uprising and was burned at the stake in Warsaw as a rebel in 1638, she remained to live with her mother in Poltava. Their house stood on the banks of the Vorskla, near the Khrestovozdvyzheńśkyi Monastery, which has survived to this day.

In her youth, the girl had many suitors, among whom was the young kozak Ivan Iskra, but she gave her heart to Hrytś Bobrenko (according to other versions, Hrytś Ostapenko), the son of a cornel of the Poltava regiment, to whom she later secretly became engaged. With the outbreak of Khmelnytśkyi in 1648, Hrytś went to war, promising to return. The girl waited for him for 4 years. However, when Hrytś returned to Poltava, he no longer paid attention to Marusya because he fell in love with another, Hannusya from a wealthy Poltava family. The betrayed girl could not bear the loss and decided to poison herself with a potion that she secretly took from a local old witch, but which Hrytś accidentally drank himself.

In the summer of 1652, the Poltava court sentenced Marusya to death for murdering Hrytś, but she was amnestied with the wagon of Bohdan Khmelnytśkyi, which was brought by Ivan Iskra. The text of the station wagon: "In the mind, no one loses whom he truly loves. Therefore, it is not necessary to punish without reason, and therefore I order: to count the head of Poltava governor Hordiy Churai, cut off by our enemies, for the sake of the wonderful songs that she (Marusya) composed. In the future, death sentences will not be carried out without my order. Marusya Churai should be released from custody." To do penance, the girl went to Kyiv for penance, but after returning to Poltava in 1653, she died at the age of 28, unable to bear the death of her beloved (according to other sources, in 1652 in Poltava from tuberculosis shortly after the amnesty, or she became a nun in one of the Ukrainian monasteries).

[ghcstao3]

I can’t stop thinking about Ukrainian!Simon and Gaelic!Johnny

like what if Simon and Tommy are traveling in between hostiles and they end up in the UK? And what if Soap and his friend Gaz are also traveling / backpacking and end up in the UK as like thier first stop.

What if Simon and Tommy get separated and Soap and Gaz get separated and somehow, with each others help, Simon and Johnny reunite! Simon gets to show off his English and Johnny gets to try some Ukrainian but it’s sounds awful with his thick Scottish accent, but Simon doesn’t mind. It’s cute in an endearing way :(((

sorry if this is long I. Just can’t get them out of my brain

ukrainian ghost my beloved. also riley brothers my beloved

quickly i'd like to apologize because i just changed it a little bit to be tommy&gaz, ghost&soap instead since i misread the prompt and finished writing this before i realized 🗿 i hope that is ok. also this got so much longer than i intended

(other language dialogue will just be in bold italics. this takes place between ghost and soap's first meeting and soap's trip to ukraine)

-

For as long as Johnny has been travelling in his adult life, every trip he's made thus far has been solo—mostly. Beyond pit stop visits with friends living in other countries and that one incredible experience with Simon the Ukrainian (Johnny had, unfortunately, never learned his surname), his backpacking travels have always been taken by his lonesome.

It was always easier that way—it was cheaper, easier to keep track of only himself and one schedule, and he was more than sociable enough to find companionship in the locals.

However, that isn't to say he's entirely against organizing something with a friend—hence why he has Kyle along with him.

Or, had.

Being that the trip they were soon to be properly embarking on was the kind of thing Kyle wasn't used to, one of Johnny's suggested preparations is to first stay in a hostel somewhere within the UK to ease Kyle into the kind of arrangement not everyone finds all that... comfortable. Hell knows Johnny would rather forget the first few times he'd ever stayed in a hostel.

They'd be somewhere familiar enough but not too familiar, and once a few days have passed then they'd move on to their first real destination. It was a good plan—a great plan, even, if johnny had to say anything about it.

At least, it would be, if he and Kyle hadn't managed to get separated before they've so much as checked in.

This, thinks Johnny, is exactly why I said we should take a test run.

He wishes it were so simple as calling his friend and setting a rendez-vous point, or just meeting up at the hostel, but unfortunately it had been Johnny with the address and directions, and Kyle with the dead phone he'd forgotten to charge.

Surely... surely Kyle couldn't have gotten too far, right? It's all Johnny can hope as he searches the area, repeatedly calling out his friend's name.

But no dice. He slumps onto a nearby bench, slipping his pack from his shoulders just to take a moment to compose himself, burying his face in his palms. They're barely a day into this—he shouldn't already be this stressed.

Then he hears his own name being called, distant and uncertain, and for a brief, hopeful moment, Johnny wonders if the universe is actually on his side today despite the rough start.

And, well, it is—albeit in a different way than expected.

Johnny lifts his head, squinting out in the direction of the voice. Once adjusted to the distance, Johnny's eyes widen upon realizing who it belongs to.

"Simon?" Johnny exclaims.

Once he closes the space between them, Johnny is happy to confirm that yes, that crop of blond hair and shy, crooked smile are most definitely familiar.

Simon slides onto the bench beside him as Johnny moves his pack to make room. Simon himself isn't carrying anything, but Johnny assumes that's because he—unlike a certain two someones—actually got the chance to check-in somewhere before going out to explore.

"Hi," Johnny breathes, still left speechless by the warmth of Simon's coffee-coloured eyes. "How are you?"

He winces, knowing how accented his Ukrainian is no matter how desperately he's tried to correct himself, but to Simon's credit, his only reaction is a wider smile.

"You've been learning," Simon remarks in English. The lilt of his accent is far more pleasant in a foreign tongue than Johnny's own, he's most certain of it.

"A little bit," Johnny admits sheepishly. It had been a difficult venture, learning a language entirely new from his first, but he had been putting the work in—not only for having been inspired by Simon, but almost maybe for the off-chance they'd meet again.

Like this.

Simon replies with something in Ukrainian, something Johnny only understands pieces of. His confusion must show in his face, as Simon just looks at him, laughs quietly to himself, then says, "I said, 'Your pronunciation is good... for a beginner.'"

Johnny snorts, playfully shoving Simon in retaliation along with an indignant protest. A proper laugh bubbles out of Simon's throat this time, all too pleased with himself and the teasing insult.

"Sorry we can't all master a new language right away," Johnny says, shaking his head awfully fondly—already, just as Simon had, he's noticed improvement in the other man's English, though far more significant that Johnny's own progress. "Maybe you'll just have to start teaching me."

Simon shrugs a casual shoulder, a mirthful grin still lingering on his face, though far more subdued than it had been seconds before. He remains silent, so Johnny continues, the moment somewhat reminiscent of their first meeting when Johnny had mistaken Simon's quietness as an invitation to fill the gaps—he knows better now, however.

"So, what're you doing here?" Asks Johnny, offering a much gentler nudge with his shoulder.

Simon hesitates just briefly, and initially Johnny chalks it up to him trying to find the words in English, but then his expression falls somber, his brow furrowing with concern.

"I'm here with my brother, but then he..." he begins explaining, slow like he's unsure of something. He makes a vague shooing gesture as he chews on whatever irks him. "...and now I don't know."

Johnny frowns, trying to decipher what Simon is talking about—then comes to the realization that he's in the exact same situation as him; currently in search for a lost travel partner with a tendency to wander.

"Well... can you call him? Or where are you staying?" Johnny questions. "He could just have gone back there, aye?"

Simon hums assent. "He didn't answer. I was walking back, when I saw you. You looked…”

He trails off, whether it be to avoid adding insult to injury or just because Simon didn’t have the vocabulary.

“Troubled?” Johnny supplies. “Distraught? Stressed?”

Simon nods.

Johnny huffs, slumping back on the bench. “‘M in the same boat. Lost my friend and his phone is dead,” he sighs. “He might be at the hostel, though. Or heading there. It’s as good a place as any to check, at this point.”

“A hostel?” Simon asks. “Maybe it’s the same one.”

“Same one?” Johnny raises an eyebrow before understanding hits him—and yeah, maybe the universe really is on his side today. How convenient it would be to have an excuse to spend more time with Simon, if they were staying at the same place. “Aye, could be. Why don’t I come with you, anyway?”

Simon doesn’t refuse him, so Johnny stands and slings his pack over his shoulders before offering a hand to Simon. Despite doing so, a part of Johnny is still surprised Simon accepts, his palm warm and lightly callused.

Then Johnny’s phone starts to ring. He pauses, pulls it out; it’s an unknown number. He glances at Simon, who jerks his chin toward the device as if to say go ahead and answer.

He accepts the call and puts it on speaker. “Hello?”

Kyle’s voice is suddenly in his ear, not quite frantic but nor is it completely calm—breathless, is really what he is. “Tav? That you, mate?”

“Aye, it’s me.” Johnny glances at Simon again, who just shrugs. “Where are you? What are you callin’ from?”

“Borrowing someone’s phone. Says he didn’t know enough English to help,” Kyle explains. “Can you tell me the address of this place? I’ll just meet you there.”

Johnny rattles off the address of the hostel, not at all ignorant to the way Simon’s face lights up with recognition—definitely the same place, then.

“Thanks a lot. I’ll just—“ Kyle suddenly cuts himself off, and Johnny can hear quiet murmurs on the other side. He waits impatiently to see what it’s all about. “The… he’s saying something about his brother. He knows the place.”

Simon’s brows arch, and Johnny would bet he’s thinking something similar about how coincidental it would be that Kyle would be enlisting Simon’s brother for help just as he’s also searching.

Tentatively leaning closer to the phone, Simon asks, “Tom?”

There’s a brief rustling on the other end along with some more mumbling before a new voice cuts through the phone. “Simon?”

Johnny wordlessly passes the phone off to Simon before he starts into a tirade of rapidly-paced Ukrainian directed at his brother. Again, Johnny is back to understanding only bits and pieces, but he has to imagine it’s something along the lines of cursing and telling off for not answering the phone earlier and other kinds of brotherly arguments. He’s all too familiar with that tone, having both given and received such talks to and from his own siblings.

Finally, Simon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “See you there,” he grumbles. Then, in English, presumably for Kyle’s benefit on the other end of the line, “Me and Johnny will meet you at the hostel. Sorry for…”

“No worries,” Kyle replies. “And—was that Johnny, you said? Tav, I thought—“

Johnny seizes his phone and hangs up before Kyle can finish. Simon regards him curiously, but ultimately says nothing. They finally set off to their destination.

Johnny is glad, at least, that everything seems to have worked out.

*

Reunion at the hostel is a well-needed burden off Johnny’s shoulders, more than happy to finally check in and get settled somewhere before enjoying their next few days in town.

Simon goes back to scolding his brother as soon as they’ve all arrived, pulling him aside to talk whilst Kyle and Johnny get everything figured out. Johnny minds his own business, of course, until their voices suddenly drop and he glances over out of curiosity—and watches as a splotchy, pink blush suddenly spreads across Simon’s face.

Kyle elbows him in the side. “So, Johnny, huh?” He teases, likely now since Johnny can’t simply end a call. “Thought no one was allowed to call you that.”

Johnny scowls at Kyle. “Haud yer wheesht, would you?” He hisses. “It’s not like that. It’s not like anything.”

“Uh huh,” Kyle says, entirely unconvinced. He does, in fact, shut up for a moment—but then there’s a smug grin growing on his face that Johnny doesn’t like in the least. “Wait—don’t tell me that’s the Simon.”

Unfortunately, Johnny can’t help his face going red.

“It is!” Kyle whisper-shouts. “Oh, this is too good. Hey, Simon!”

Both Simon and his brother turn at the sudden interruption. There’s still remnants of a blush on Simon’s own face.

Johnny wishes the world would just open up and swallow him whole.

“We were gonna head out to dinner,” Kyle says, much too loud. “Care to join us?”

Simon glances at Tom and asks him something quietly, to which he nods after a moment of consideration.

Simon nods as well. “Sure. We’ll come.”

Johnny decides then and there that he’s taking back everything positive he might’ve thought about the universe and his luck today. He can already see the way Kyle is scheming, and something tells Johnny a plan is already formulating in his head—all because of that silly nickname.

Though, Johnny supposes, it’d probably be pretty easy for Kyle to connect the dots without that part.

Oh well. He wanted to spend more time with Simon anyway, right? He shouldn’t take today’s many coincidences for granted just yet.

And hell—denying this would be a waste of an opportunity to get to know Simon and his family better, if he were ever to go ahead with that surprise visit to Ukraine in the future.

[lesser-known-composers]

Artemy Vedel (1767-1808) - Choral Concerto, No. 5: I Cried Unto the Lord with My Voice (Remastered) ·

Kyiv Chamber Choir ·

[theophan-o]

The Cossack is going away and the girl is crying...

The Ukrainian song, in musical adaptation of the Ukrainian/Polish composer, Władysław Zaremba (Владислав Заремба, 1833-1902). Music notation published in Kyiv, 1900.

From the collection of the Polish National Library (Mus.III.146.887):

[valkyries-things]

DR. STEFANIA TURKEWICH // COMPOSER

“She was a Ukrainian composer, pianist, and musicologist. She is recognised as Ukraine’s first woman composer. She studied under multiple composers and musicians from 1914 til 1933. In 1933, she taught piano and became an accompanist at the Prague Conservatory and the year after, she defended her doctoral dissertation on the topic of Ukrainian folklore in Russian operas. She received her doctorate in musicology in 1934 and became the first woman from Galicia to receive a Doctor of Philosophy degree. She worked as a teacher of musical theory and piano at the Lviv Conservatory and became a member of the Union of Ukrainian Professional Musicians. She fled from the Soviets after the war, moving to southern Austria and then Italy, and then the UK (where she returned to composing).”

[mapsontheweb]

The Central Powers during World War I were composed of Germany, Austria-Hungary, the Ottoman Empire, and Bulgaria.

As the dominant power among the Central Powers, Germany had a highly industrialized economy and a strong military. It sought to expand its influence in Europe and globally. Germany had a homogeneous population, mainly Germans (92%), but also Poles and others minorities.

Austria-Hungary was a multi-ethnic empire, comprising numerous ethnic groups such as Austrians (23%), Hungarians (19.6%), Czechs, Slovaks, Poles, Ukrainians, Croats, Italians and others. The empire faced internal tensions due to nationalist aspirations of different ethnic groups seeking greater autonomy or independence.

The Ottoman Empire was a vast, multi-ethnic state that encompassed diverse regions in the Balkans and Middle East. Its population included Turks, Arabs, Kurds, Greeks, Armenians, and others. The empire was experiencing internal decline and faced challenges from nationalist movements within its territories.

Bulgaria, though smaller in size compared to the other Central Powers, played a significant role in the Balkans. Its population was predominantly Bulgarian, but it also had sizable minorities such as Turks and Greeks.

Overall, the ethnographic situation within the Central Powers was complex, with various ethnic groups coexisting within their respective empires. Nationalist sentiments and aspirations for self-determination among different ethnicities contributed to internal tensions and challenges for these powers during World War I.

by danmaps_org

[ghostpalmtechnique]

Always nice to be reminded that the people with bad judgment about the middle east also have bad judgment about the former Soviet space. Setting aside the fact that Russia's de facto president-for-life and other top officials given speeches about the need to cleanse Ukraine of undesirables, while Ukraine is governed by a Jewish guy who won a fair election as the opposition candidate, and focusing only on explicit Nazis rather than substantive ones -- as the Ukrainians have pointed out before, they would be happy to have check where all combatants remove their shirts and we count the Nazi tattoos, because they are way more common among the Russians, both their regular army and among the PMC named after Hitler's favorite composer because one of the founders is an explicit Nazi.

Claming that Ukraine is an "unsympathetic" party here, as LNH did, is telling about her, not about Ukraine.