audio cd tchaikovsky pique dame freni hvorostovsky atlantov
Треклист:1 Introduction, 2 Burn, burn brightly, not to let it die out! (1. Akt), 3 What was the end of yesterday's game, 4 I have not learnt her name, 5 If things are thus, you'd better make haste, 6 Now thank heaven, 7 Are you certain she ignores your love? - I wish you all good luck, 8 O, day of bliss - You have not told her name, 9 I shudder, 10 A wicked creature this old countess, 11 It chanced in Versailles, 12 Se non e vero, 13 Already shades of night - Cloud edges have grown dim, 14 How well your voices blend, 15 Dear friends, 16 Now, my darling Mary, come dance and play, 17 Mesdemoiselles, what means this dreadful noise, 18 This time you all went home - Do not shut the door, 19 O, burning tears, why must ye flow? - O, hear me, night, to thee I may unfold the secret of my soul, 20 Wait but one moment, 21 Forgive me, bright celestial vision, that I have spoilt thy peace of mind, 22 Lisa, open, quick, 23 When a third man impell'd by despair from thy bosom the secret shall tear, 24 O, pity me, 1 Happy and bent on enjoyment, friends, we have met here this evening (2. Akt), 2 Our noble host invites you all to come this way, 3 You are so sad, darling, 4 I love you beyond all reck'ning, 5 After the performance wait for me in the room, 6 Beside this peaceful streamlet, beneath these shady trees, 7 Dance fo shepherds and shepherdesses, 8 My sweet friend, my amiable shepherd, 9 How sweet and beautiful you are, 10 A third man impell'd by his love, 11 Ah, yes, 'tis all she told me, 12 Steps! Now someone comes, 13 Ah, how stale the world has grown, 14 Je crains de lui parler la nuit, 15 Do not fear I implore you be not frightened, 16 She is dead! It has come true! The secret now has perished, 1 I do not believe you meant to kill the Countess (3. Akt), 2 Terrors seize me, 3 Against my will I appear, 4 Twill soon be midnight now, and Herman not here, 5 Ah, I'm worn mith my sorrow, 6 What if the clock strike midnight, thus answering me, 7 Then all is true, with a murderer my life is linked for evermore, 8 No sorrow can harm me, for now thou art with me again, 9 Now, sweetheart, we must not linger, the moments fly, 10 Pass the wine and let's be merry, 11 My gain! I pass paroli, 12 If only girls with wings were fitted, if o'er hill and dale they flitted, 13 Let it rain, let it sleet, round the tables we'll meet, daily, 14 Now, gentlemen, to work, to the cards, 15 What is our life? A game, 16 You'll stake once more, 17 Prince! Prince, forgive me, 18 Forgive him, Lord!