Elena Mindlina, Soprano, and Nataliya Medvedovskaya, Pianist, perform "Praise the Lord", a new Hymn composed by Nataliya Medvedovskaya on December 16, 2018. Nataliya Medvedovskaya was invited to a service at the Salem Missionary Baptist Church in Brooklyn around the beginning of December 2018. She was so inspired by this Church, its gorgeous organ and Choir and its Pastor, Reverend Dr. James Thornton, she composed this Hymn, which Nataliya dedicated to the Salem Missionary Baptist Church. Beginning in simple notes of humble reverie, Elena's beautiful singing and Nataliya's soulful piano gradually lifts up more and more to a full climax of ecstatic praise to God. PRAISE THE LORD. Music and lyrics by Nataliya Medvedovskaya. Dedicated to the Salem Missionary Baptist Church. Copyright by Nataliya Medvedovskaya, December 2018. Praise the Lord above For sustaining us. For your endless love And compassion. Praise the Lord above For sustaining us. For your endless love And compassion. You take care of us Every single day, Do not lead us astray From our mission. Pray to Mighty Force, Who gives us strength, For the joy of peace And your blessings. You take care of us Every single day. Do not lead us astray From our mission. Glorify our God Who created Earth, Sanctified us with Everlasting life. Everlasting life, Everlasting life!

Salvation is Near- Hymn of hope by Nataliya Medvedovskaya April 28, 2022 @SoapboxGallery, Brooklyn, NY Ukraine Freedom! Festival SALVATION IS NEAR You’re my light in the night, You’re my hope and delight. Oh my Lord, I feel so secure with Your hand holding me tight, Oh my Lord, I feel so secure with Your hand holding me tight. Great salvation is near, Trumpet call we will hear. You’ll descend, we will see Your Glory When in clouds You appear, You’ll descend, we will see Your Glory When in clouds You appear. Sinning will disappear. You’ll wipe tears from our eyes, No more fears, no more lies. With our God we will dwell forever, No more pain, no more cries, With our God we will dwell forever, No more pain, no more cries With our Lord, Jesus Christ, With our Lord, Jesus Christ. Easter April 12, 2020. Nataliya Medvedovskaya, ASCAP copyright ©2020

TO MY BROTHER by composer and pianist Nataliya Medvedoskaya is based on a poem by Yefim Medvedoskiy. It is performed by Nataliya Medvedovskaya, piano, and Zoya Gramagin, soprano, at the Musicians Club of New York, Victor Borge Hall, Scandinavia House, 58 Park Ave., NY, NY, on March 11. 2017. Here is the test of the poem in English and in the original Russian: TO MY BROTHER -- Poem by Yefim Medvedovskiy. English translations by Alexandra Palmer. Hauling his little brother Home, daycare, and back, Tractor-like: 'long the rather Arduous blockade track. Scurvied legs' bonded pair In the Bloated snow, Through the Sennaya Square, Dawn to darkness, they tow. Bak'ry-hold the sled firmly-- A warm stop on our way. Wish for-stale edges only- Those dark loaves on display. We stand still, losing, bravery, Crave the loaves. Yet, instead We dine on at this bakery The mirages, not bread. Back to sled, off we steer On the snow's heavy mar. Happiness is not near, Victory is too far. БРАТУ По блокадному тракту: Дом-детсад-и обратно, Будто маленький трактор, Вез ты младшего брата. Ног цинготных оковы- По опухшему снегу, По Сенной, по Садовой- От обеда к ночлегу. По пути-в руки санки- Будем в булочной греться. Нам от черствой буханки- Хоть бы корочку хлебца! Мы стоим, оробели, Взглядом хлеб провожаем... И как будто поели, Cыты вновь миражами. Снова санки по насту. По тяжелому следу... Далеко нам до счастья- Долог путь до победы...

WHITE NIGHTS by composer and pianist Nataliya Medvedoskaya is based on a poem by her father, Yefim Medvedoskiy. It is performed by Nataliya Medvedovskaya, piano, and Zoya Gramagin, soprano, at the Musicians Club of New York, Victor Borge Hall, Scandinavia House, 58 Park Ave., NY, NY, on March 11. 2017. Here is the text in English and in Russian: WHITE NIGHTS -- Poem by Yefim Medvedovskiy. In the cool my town plunged, in the calm state Of the dawns on the Neva pure light, Without bombings-the Devil incarnate, Messerschmitts in the blue of the night. Up--a whole generation has trodden Its, the obelisk stars', Milky Way. At no time will, my town, be forgotten What you suffered through back in the day. Leningrad's white nights, they once again rise, Silver-gray on the Neva they turn, My proud town I keep seeing with my own eyes-- My own mem'ry won't utterly burn. ЕФИМ МЕДВЕДОВСКИЙ БЕЛЫЕ НОЧИ Окунулся мой город в прохладу, В чистоту тихих зорь на Неве Без бомбежек-исчадия ада, Мессершмитов в ночной синеве. В небе выстлался путь поколенья- Млечный путь обелисковых звезд. Никогда не предастся забвенью, Город мой, то, что ты перенес. Ленинградские белые ночи, Седина над Невою светла, Гордый город я вижу воочию- Не сгорит моя память дотла.

The World Premiere of "The Music Sounded in Me" for Soprano and Piano is performed by Elena Mindlina, Soprano, and the composer Nataliya Medvedovskaya, Piano. The art song is based upon the poem by the contemporary poet Yefim Medvedovskiy, who is also the father of the composer. The composer notes that, "My father went through all 900 days of the Siege of Leningrad when he was a little boy, and he poured out his better feelings from this hard experience in his poems, including this one." Here is the English translation by Katia Lapko and Alexandra Palmer of "Music Sounded in Me": Since early days, the music grew Inside me, I remember, But something foreign burst into My childhood’s gentle timbre. With piercing noises of torn strings Shell bursts drowned all the sound, The cannonade’s relentless stings, Like drums of war, would pound. In sirens I would music dream, Like saws they'd cut air flying, By phantom walls- a silent scream, A metronome replying. And then above my ear hung peace - Reveille’s thin tone, so mild. It seemed the horn that called release Was played by a small child. I've not gone deaf from cannonade, The city’s calm I hear. Its Vict'ry gained my Leningrad, Its youth, again, is near! Videography by Michael Gorbovitsky.

The World Premiere of "Ideas" for Soprano and Piano is performed by Zoya Gramagin, Soprano, and the composer Nataliya Medvedovskaya, Piano. The art song is based upon the 2016 poem by the Russian American Poet, Yulya Medvedovskaya, who is also the mother of the composer. This performance was at the Musicians Club of New York, Liederkranz Concert Hall, 6 East 87th Street, New York, New York on March 12, 2016. Videography by Michael Gorbovitsky. The composer states, "My mother's humorous poem is about different thoughts/ideas that come to her mind while she's laying in bed, trying to fall asleep at night -- some wrong, dark, wild thoughts, along with deep, pure thoughts, and lighter, playful thoughts closer to sunrise. Below is the poem "Ideas" by Julya Medvedovskaya: Слетаются мысли в единое место. Смотрю- как обычно влетают не те. Суровые мысли и Дикие мысли Охоту за мною ведут в темноте. Лежу я , повержен суровым укором, А Дикие мысли танцуют на мне. Глубокие мысли и Чистые мысли Испуганно жмутся в сторонке к стене. Но Смелые, Яркие,Светлые мысли Идеи вонзают в коварных врагов. Слегка помутнённым тяжёлым сознаньем Смотрю я кино обновившихся снов. Полоска восхода уже розовеет, Мыслишки помельче вокруг мельтешат. Игривые, Новые, Лёгкие мысли Рождают подобных себе мыслешат. Да здравствуют Глупые, Лёгкие мысли! В них сердца отрада, душе в них покой. Гоните Заумные, Мрачные,Серые, Мысли Высокие смелой рукой! Copyright 2016 by Julya Medvedovskaya.

The World Premiere of "The Dream" for Soprano and Piano is performed by Zoya Gramagin, Soprano, and the composer Nataliya Medvedovskaya, Piano. The art song is based upon the 1913 poem by the Russian Poet, Boris Pasternak. This performance was at the Musicians Club of New York, Liederkranz Concert Hall, 6 East 87th Street, New York, New York on March 12, 2016. Videography by Michael Gorbovitsky. Here is the English translation by Alex Miller: THE DREAM I dreamed of autumn in twilit window panes Of friends, and you among that merry band; Than, as a falcon brings its prey from heaven, My heart came down, alighted on your hand. But time went by, and aged, and lost its hearing, And, lightly touching the wooden frames with silver, The sunset splashed the windows from the garden With the bright, bloody teardrops of September. But time went by, and aged. As thin and brittle As ice, the silk of armchairs cracked and melted. And you, so loud, faltered and fell silent, And, like an echoing bell, the dream faded. Then I awoke. The dawn was dark as autumn, And the wind bore, receding far away. Like straws that rain behind a farmer's wagon, A ridge of birches racing across the sky. 1913