Date: Wed, 01 May 2013 13:45:27 +0400 From: Ivan Ivanocich Subject: Russian Choirboy Pubes pt 10 - Vlad and Vova Russian Choirboy Pubes pt 10 - Vlad and Vova This story contains scenes of a mild sexual nature and if you are not allowed to read it please don't. If you are not old enough please don't. If by reading this you are breaking any laws in your state, town, city or country then please do not read any further. If however you do, you can legally and want to, then read on and enjoy the story. Please DO NOT make copies, or post this story in any other sites without my specific permission. I was very happy to receive very good reports of the last chapter. Some questions were asked, so I shall try to answer them in this first part of the banya chapter. Part Ten Vladislav Petrovich, "Little Vladik" and Vladimir Michaelovich "Little Vova" The preparations for the choir's visit to TV Tsentr, the state television service, were hastily made, and only three days after the banya, the two old friends, Vladik and Vova, travelled by special bus with selected boys from the choir where they were to be interviwed about their boyhood career which had ended so long ago. "you are three years older than me, Vova and your voice broke at 16 when I was about 13; so if we are singing together this film they claim to have found must have been made before the broadcast I did alone." "You know, Vladik I vaguely remember now that we sang together at a big event not long before my voice failed mein about 1951," Vova replied. I know my mother once told me that a very brief clip of it had been filmed for newsreel, but it was so short that we were hardly to be heard at all." Artem was sitting between his grandfather and Vova and was listening with interest. "Oh it will be so great if we can see and hear you," he said as the bus arrived at the studio. "Yes, Vova I do remember that. Wasn't that the time we were given a nice room in an hotel and ...... well, perhaps we had better not speak of that on the TV!! "Yes, yet, Vladik, the very same time," Vova replied. Fortunately, Artem had left his seat to organise the boys as they left the bus, but his sharp ears had caught the end of the conversation and determined to find out more later!! Soon all the boys were assembled outside the studio where they were surprised to be greeted by the Mayor of the city and the director of the studio. Dima had carefully selected his best boys and left behind those who were training, so just twenty boys, including Artem were greeted by the deputation. "Vladislav Petrovich and Vladimir Michaelovich, I am very glad to welcome you here to the studios, and it is very good to see you again; and welcome to our "Little Artem" too," he continued as evryone was ushered into the studios. The boys were taken off to be made up for the cameras and Vlad, Vova and Artem and Dima were taken aside for some briefing. The producer and compare of the programme were waiting them in a comfortable office. "We are sorry for the very short notice of this broadcast, comrades, but we had a 20 minute news slot free today; so the broadcast will go out live throughout the Federation. It has been requested from the very top of our government on this Victory Day. You see, Artem," the producer continued, "you grandfather and vova was quite famous in Soviet times and our President wishes this to be commemorated." "Will you play my gradfather's recording?" Artem asked in excitement. "Yes, and we shall have some other surprises," he replied cryptically; and quickly changing the subject, "Now, Artem what will you sing for us? We should like two items and the Anthem as you and the choir sang it at the concert." Artem handed the producer a list of songs he and Dima had prepared and explained that any of the items would be convenient depending on the required mood. The producer looked through the songs and surprisingly selected quite a simple song "Let there Always Be Sunshire" one of the old Pioneer songs. "It will be a good contrast to the demands of our anthem," he explained. "May we ask you about the newsreel film you told us about when you called," Vladik asked: "We both recall singing at a cocert together which we believe was filed, but the result was very disappointing." "Yes, we do have that, gentlemen; but as you will see, it is very poor quality and you are featured for only a few seconds. So unfortunately we cannot use it. It was a film about Victory celebrations in 1952." With those words, the producer brought up the short clip on his computer, and it was so that the two boys were shown edon stage for just a few passing seconds as various Victory day celebrations were reviewed. The sound quality was so poor that it was impossible to hear the boys sing. "Yes, it is disappointing," Vova said, but much as I recall. However, I have brought with me some photos of us together, whcih you may like to use if you are going to broadcast Vlad's recording. And so the meeting was brought to an end,and Artem and Dima went to join the boys who were ready for rehearsal with the orchestra and pianist. Both the leader of the auchestra and the pianist were amazed at the beautiful tone of the choir and Artem's two solos, and only one hour's repitition was necessary. The boys were then given a tour of the studio and Vlad and Vova were called to give a short trailer interview, which went out live and then was repeated during the afternoon's Victory Day celebrations. So at precicely 7 o'clock, the boys in their best uniforms and red ties were assembled in the concert studio. Vlad and Vova were seated with the interviewer as they listened to the boradcast from Moscow, relayed over a monitor. From the studio in Moscow came the announcement: "And now on this Victory Day we recall two great heroes of the Soviet Union who won the hearts of the nation in their childhood by their singing in four consecutive Victory Day Celebrations between 1949 and 1952." The announcement continued but the monitor was closed as just fifteen seconds were left befor transmission and all was ready. The red studio light flashed, went out and then returned to burn steadily indicating that the studio was live. Dima raised his hnds and the choir struck up with the Soviet Pioneer song, Artem's beutiful voice providing the rich solo. Soon the camera was on the two old friends who were introduced to the viewing millions. In moving words, Vova told mostly the story of their discovery singing in the choir so many years ago which had led to first his and than Vlad's success as soloists. "Yes, Vova was my great hero, as he is older than me and I modelled my voice on his. We became very close and when we were separated it was really like part of me had been lost," Vlad revealed. "I kept our photo always as a remeinder but beleievd him lost until just some weeks ago at the choir's concert." It was like a dream when I was contacted with the news that Vlad had been found," Vova added. "I came straight away and was in time for Artem's solos at the concert. It was like his voice had been returned." At this point, Artem was introduced, and sat between the two men. "It was so great when I found my grandfather's recording," he added after telling the story of the choir's formation and training by Dima,, who was also introduced. "The really sad thing is that we have no recording of us singing together," Vova said. "Well, now, Vladimir Michaelovich," the interviewer interrupted. "Before we came live to the studio, our viewers were shown something that will be a great surprise to you both. "When we realised that the published newsreel clip you have seen was so poor, we ordered another search of the Soviet archives and by extrordinary chance two full reels of film were found which was the raw footage taken at the concert you both sand at. Only a brief clip was used for transmission but the original films were kept sealed and were well preserved. First let us see this clip:" All in the studio were astonished as the monitor lit up showing two boys (one rather adolescent and tall, the other smaller and fair and the image of Artem) in front of a camera: "And so, Vova," the interviewer said. "You are going to sing for us. Tell us, please about the music. "Of course, the older boy replied in rather husky tones. This is my friend, Little Vlad, and we are going to sing a selection of traditional songs for our Victory Day Celebrations." "How old are you, Vladik?" the interviewer asked. "I'm 12 and will be 13 in two months' time," the younger boy piped up. At this, Vova put his arm round the youger boy's shoulders and hugged him closes as the camera then cut to a scene from a rehearsal of the Soviet Anthem. The first part was a solo by Vova and the boy's beautiful voice floated down the ages into the studio, as the two old men and Artem also wept openly at the touching scene as they heard the long lost voice of Little Vova for the first time. Even the interviewer was moved as the film continued to a view of the actual concert and a duett. "Dima! Artem! - " the producer whispered in the studio. "Make yourself ready with the choir. We must sing the anthem in 90 seconds from now." Proud Artem quickly recovered himself and dried his eyes, as he rushed out to stand with the choir. Fortunately the studio was not live, as the archive film was continuing, so Artem had time to blow his nose, hug Dima and smile at his grandfather. If Artem's singing could have been finer than at the concert, it was so that evening as the choir sang the Anthem of the Russian Federation just as they had done so at the concert. It was as if the tones of Vova had been added to the voice already so fine. The top notes were so fine and floating that those of no woman soprano could possibley compare; the lower notes wereso full and rich that nothing produced by a contralto come close to matching. As the tones died away, all expected the broadcast to end, but a surprise announcement from the Moscow studio orderd the transmission to continue. The interviewer in the studio was taken aback as he had not been prepared for such an event. "Boys, can you give another song?" the producer asked, rather flustered, as he was gathering information from his ear-piece. "Dimka. "Where e'r you walk"; I know it and you have the partition. Give it to the pianist, quickly," Artem said, quickly taking control, snatching the partition from Dima's jacket and thrusting it at the startled pianist. The choir slently sat out of view Artem assumed his position and the pianist struck up the unrehearsed item. Being a professional, the accompanist instinctively followed Artem's fine interpretation as he effortlessly delieverd the item, this giving five minutes space while instructions were delieverd from Moscow. "And so, Vladimir Michaelovich and Vladislav Petrovich, we have surprise news directly from the Kremlin. You will know that our President last week only decreed the return of the State Heroes of Labour Medal. It has just been announced that this award for services to the former Soviet Union has been jointly conferred on you both, and that you will receive your awards next week from the President in person." At this, there was a great commotion in the studio as all broke into applause. "And, as for Artem: he will be invited to the ceremony to give a special concert for our President," the announcer concluded. And, so there was no prouder boy in the whoe of Russia that night as all returned home in the bus. This time, Artem sat with Dima, his head on his shoulder as Dima stroked his arm. "You know what, Dimka," he said: "I'm going to get my grandfather's uncensord story somehow. "I'm sure it will be very interesting. "Don't dig too deeply, Artem," his friend replied. "Some memories are too precious even to speak about with anyone else." With that he kissed Artem on the cheek and the boy fell asleep for the rest of the journey.