On January 13, in the assembly hall of the Embassy of the Russian Federation in Spain, a performance by a women's choir conducted by José de Felipe took place.
The charity concert was organized by the Russian Embassy and the International Association of Art Citizens (MAGI) with the support of the Russian Center for Science and Culture.
José de Felipe Arnais is an outstanding choral conductor and vocal teacher, organizer of a number of famous choirs. As part of the cross year "Russia-Spain", as a token of gratitude to the country in which he was born and became a famous musician, he prepared a program of Russian choral music with his choir "White Voices of the HDF", which was performed on the stage of the Russian Embassy as part of the traditional celebration Old New Year.
The concert was a huge success. However, this is not at all surprising - fine taste, passion and love for his profession were present both in the performance and in the presentation of each choral work conducted by the Maestro, and his love for singing in general and for Russian music in particular could not but be transmitted to the public. Don José not only conducted, but also spoke with humor and undisguised reverence about works performed by the choir from the Russian opera, liturgical and folklore repertoire. And during the performance of the folk song “Brooms”, this famous choir conductor, a gray-haired Russian Spaniard, took a real broom in his hands and conducted the choir with infectious enthusiasm, which completely captivated the audience. "Brooms" completed the program of the concert, but the audience did not let the choir leave the stage, forcing him to perform several encore numbers.
Together with the maestro, who took a seat at the piano, the lively hall enthusiastically sang the domestic New Year's hit “A Christmas Tree Was Born in the Forest”. It was nice to see how the audience did not want to let the performers leave the stage, how unanimously and sincerely the whole hall sang a children's song along with the choir.
In that unforgettable evening in the first part of the concert - solemn and emotionally restrained - the premiere of "Melancholic Serenade" by P. Tchaikovsky to the words of Mikhail Sadovsky took place. José de Filipe himself arranged this work for violin and women's choir, and his daughter Miren performed the solo on the violin. As the Maestro confided from the stage, “she once dreamed that she was performing the Serenade, and her father was conducting the choir. I had to make an arrangement so that my daughter's dream became a reality "...
On behalf of all the spectators who attended this unforgettable concert, we thank the Maestro and the members of his choir for a wonderful performance.

Our reference
José de Felipe Arnais (Jose Petrovich Philippe) was born in Moscow in 1940 to a Spanish family that fled their homeland due to the civil war.
After graduating from the Moscow State Conservatory. P.I. Tchaikovsky as a choir conductor, he began his professional career in the USSR, where for 22 years he was the conductor of a number of well-known ensembles (the choir of the Loktev Ensemble, the RTV Children's Choir, the Soviet Army Choir). He taught choral conducting at the Academy of Music. Gnesins in Moscow. Winner of awards at prestigious choir competitions, the groups he leads have given concerts all over the world.
In 1979, the musician's family returned to Spain, where he continued to do what he loved. José de Felipe - professor, dean of the choral faculty of the Madrid Conservatory, was the head of the choral department and rector of the Padre Antonio Soler Music Academy in Escorial, chief choirmaster and artistic director of a number of choirs with which he performed with the world's leading symphony orchestras.
José de Felipe lives in the village of Moralzarsal near Madrid. After his retirement in 2009, he founded the women's chamber choir "White Voices". He is also the artistic director and conductor of the Great Children's Choir, in which over 150 schoolchildren sing. In December 2011, this group participated in a concert at the Theater Monumental in Madrid, and in June last year, José de Felipe staged for the choir the children's opera Brundibar by Hans Kras, which premiered at the Escorial.

Philip José Farmer

Wrath of the Red Orc

Dedicated to Dr. E. James Giannini, Fellow of the American Psychiatric Association, Professor of Psychiatry at Ohio State University, who advised me in the writing of this novel. In 1977, Dr. Giannini was a staff psychiatrist at Yale, where he came up with the idea for what is called "tiered" therapy in this book. This idea has been developed since 1978, when the doctor began private practice in Youngstown, Ohio. In a letter dated December 28, 1978, he informs me that he is using new method psychotherapy for the treatment of dysfunctional adolescents. This method is based on my five-volume sci-fi series The Tiered World. After reading this series, volunteer patients choose a character or characters, identify with them, and try, figuratively speaking, to become them. The goals and methods of such therapy are the subject of this book. Currently, Dr. Giannini and his colleagues are preparing a report for publication, where the same therapy and its results will be described from a professional point of view. Wellington Medical Center, Belmont City, County Taree, and all people and events in the novel are fictitious. I would like to thank David McClintock of Warren, Ohio for providing information about the Youngstown area.

Jim Grimson never intended to eat his father's eggs.

He never dreamed that he would become the lover of twenty of his sisters. He could not foresee that one day, flying on a white Horse, he would save his mother from imprisonment and death.

How could he, who was only seventeen in October 1979, know that he would create a universe that appeared to be ten billion years old?

Although his father constantly called him a dumbass and the teachers seemed to be of the same opinion, Jim was a real bookworm. And he knew the modern theory of how the universe appeared. In the beginning, before the beginning of time, there was only one primordial egg. There was nothing beyond it, not even space. The entire future universe, constellations, galaxies and so on - all this was placed in a sphere the size of eyeball. And this sphere overheated and swelled to such an extent that it finally burst. It's called the Big Bang. Many epochs later, the scattered matter turned into stars, planets and life on Earth.

This theory is LIE, LIE, LIE!

Not only matter can be subjected to extreme heat and compression.

Oh my god you are! Less than a month ago, Jim reluctantly came to the psychiatric ward of the Wellington Hospital in Belmont City, Taree County, Ohio. And he became, among other things, a ruler in several universes, a wanderer in many and a slave in one.

Now he has returned to native land, to your hospital. Frozen with grief, burning with anger, he staggered back and forth across the locked chamber.

Jim's psychiatrist, Dr. Porsena, says that Jim's travels to other worlds occur only in the imagination, although this does not mean that they are unreal. Thoughts are not ghosts. They exist. So, they are real.

Jim himself knew that everything he had experienced in the pocket universes was as real as the pain he experienced not so long ago when he cracked his fist against the wall of his bedroom. And isn't his blood-streaked back enough to banish any doubt his story might raise? Yes, where is it - Dr. Porsena is a scientist, a rationalist, a realist, and all mysterious phenomena will find an infallibly logical explanation from him.

Jim actually liked the doctor. But now he hated him.

All other patients, Dr. Porsena said, have already tried various therapies. And these methods did not help them, although part of this can be attributed to the hostile attitude of these patients to psychotherapy of any kind.

As the ancient Chinese proverb says, said Jim Grimson,

"You have to be crazy to see a psychiatrist." And in the Celestial Empire they say: "Shiza is not at all something that you got stuck on." L. Robert Porsena, MD, registered psychiatrist, head of the psychiatric department at Wellington Hospital, smiled slightly. He thinks, probably: another smart guy on my head. I have heard these quotes from the wall in the toilet a hundred times already. Me too, Celestial Empire. Showing off, wanting to show me that he's not just another dark, pimply, stoned, rock-beaten brat who's gone crazy.

Or maybe the doctor doesn't think so. It is difficult to say what is happening behind this beautiful face - the bust of Julius Caesar would have been poured out, if it were not for the mustache black, like Fu Manchu, and not trimmed in fashion, like varnished hair. The doctor smiles all the time. His bright blue eyes reminded Jim of the Hatter's song from Carroll's Alice book:

You blink, my Owl! I don't know what's wrong with you! You are high above us, like a tray under heaven!<Л.Кэрролл. «Приключения Алисы в стране чудес». Пер. Н.Демуровой. (Примеч. ред.)>

Teenagers who were treated by Dr. Porsena said that he was a shaman, like a miracle worker, a first-class physician who owns magic and controls spirits.

The doctor started to say something, but was interrupted by the selector on the table.

Porsena pressed a key and said:

Vinnie, I told you - no calls.

But Vinnie, the beautiful black secretary behind the wall, obviously had something urgent.

I'm sorry, Jim, the doctor said. - It won't take more than a minute.

Jim hardly listened to the conversation - he looked out the window.

The psychiatric department and Porsena's office were located on the third floor. The window, like all the windows here, was blocked by a strong lattice. Through the gaps between the houses, Jim could see the buildings on the embankment - and beyond them the Tari River, which flows into the Mahoning River a mile south.

And there are the spiers of St. Grobian and St. Stephen. Maybe mother was at early mass today. Now this is the only time she can go to the church - after all, she works two jobs, partly because of him, Jim. The fire destroyed everything except the grandfather's portrait, which was taken out of the house with Jim. The parents moved into a relatively cheap furnished apartment a few blocks from the old house. Too close to a Hungarian colony for Erik Grimson's taste. Such ingratitude is just in the nature of the father. Eva's relatives - and in fact the entire Magyar community - raised money to help their family in distress. Arranged a lottery and collected. It was great - after all, charitable donations have become a rarity in last years due to the economic crisis; in the Youngstown area. But Eva's family, her friends and her church - they survived.

Although Eva has become half-rejected because of her marriage, she remains her own, Hungarian. And now that she is in trouble, she has an opportunity to realize her mistake and repent properly.

At one time, the Grimsons did not have enough money for an insurance policy that could now cover all losses related to damage to property or unreliable foundations. Fire insurance is available, but it does not provide a payout if the fire occurred by God's will. The final decision has not yet been made.

Eric Grimson couldn't afford a lawyer, but one of Evya's cousins, a lawyer, took on the case. If he wins, he will receive ten percent of the paid insurance, and if he loses, he will receive nothing. He sacrifices his time solely out of clan solidarity and because he feels sorry for his cousin. The fact that she did not marry a Magyar, who is also a beggar, a loafer and an atheist, although he is considered a Protestant, is already bad in itself. But losing the house, all the property and, in addition, having a psycho son is too much. He has a good heart for a lawyer.

Mikhail Sadovsky

These few lines in the manuscript were preceded by a long story. Here she is. In the late 1960s, the famous Song and Dance Ensemble of the Palace of Pioneers and Schoolchildren on Lenin Hills had a new artistic director- Viktor Sergeevich Popov. Not yet famous, not honored and not popular, not a professor - it all came later. Soon a new chief choirmaster appeared in the collective - Jose Felipe, Jose Petrovich, as his colleagues and choristers called him in the Russian way. It turned out that we live very close to him, and this brings people very close in big cities, geography is a great thing!

Often after rehearsals, which I attended as an author, we walked along Michurinsky Prospekt to the New Circus past musical theater Natalia Sats with the ever-shining blue bird on the roof, at Lomonosovsky Prospekt, stopped before they had spoken enough, then ... from here we were exactly five minutes from our house each.
José was the son of political emigrants in the 1930s. His parents were sentenced to death under Franco, they fled, his son was born just before the war, then he studied in Moscow at the Central Music School at the Moscow Conservatory, graduated from the Moscow Conservatory in the department of choral conducting with Alexander Borisovich Khazanov, choirmaster Bolshoi Theater, and Professor Vladislav Gennadievich Sokolov, artistic director of the famous Children's Choir of the Institute of Art Education at the Academy of Pedagogical Sciences, or, more simply, the Sokolov Choir. And a few years after completing his education, Jose appeared in the ensemble ...
The early 1970s were the golden years of the ensemble, which by that time had received the name of the former leader V.S. Lokteva: Ensemble named after Loktev. By the will of fate, wonderful teachers and leaders gathered there: Alexei Sergeevich Ilyin, artistic director and conductor of the orchestra, Elena Romanovna Rosse, chief choreographer, and Jose Felipe, chief choirmaster. There was a search for a new repertoire, new productions, each musical part of the ensemble showed its solo works during concerts, and for this a new repertoire was needed, not only pioneer songs, as it was before.
Jose, who grew up in Russian culture, of course, showed in excellent performance both the works of the richest Russian choral classics and Russian folk songs, but he also wanted to perform his native Spanish works. His parents raised him to be bilingual. And he knew from childhood that he must sooner or later return to his homeland - this is how his parents raised him. Which happened a year and a half after Franco's death in 1975, when the road was opened. First, his parents left for Spain, and then he himself ...
José asked me to do the translations. One of the first was the song Boga, boga. This is the song of the sailors: “Row, row! Earth, farewell! The boat is already ready. Beloved land, dear land…” Then Soy de Mieres appeared – “I am from Mieres”. The success of these numbers was deafening - listeners always asked to repeat them.
I fell in love with these songs and asked Jose: "Let's do more!" Spain is not a choral country, but its folk songs are so humorous, so melodic, with such spicy rhythms, with such bright but restrained feelings! And in the arrangement by Maestro Jose for the choir, they became even more fragrant and attractive. Pearls!
The collection gradually took shape, there was not enough time. Jose's family lived hard, had to earn extra money. For example, he taught Spanish on Moscow television, paid a penny, his children were sick all the time because of the Moscow climate. But still, the collection took shape and ...
The publishing house accepted it with pleasure, put it on the plan and was already preparing for release. But at that time, instead of Olga Osipovna Ochakovskaya, an editor with great experience and excellent taste appointed a Komsomol cadre. No, he had no surname, no face, no taste, no conscience.
The plan of editions of the editors was immediately redrawn, the collection was immediately thrown out of the plan, and it physically disappeared. The rejected manuscript was not returned. Good times were: Suslov-Brezhnev.
In 1979 José left for Spain.
Talent, of course, is noticeable everywhere, since it is a gift from G-d to those living on earth. It is good if those around, noticing the talent, help him open up and serve for the common good, and do not oppress him and do not turn him into camp dust. José de Felipe Arnaiz, an enthusiast and fanatic of choral work, became a kind of catalyst in the Spanish capital. A few years after his arrival in Madrid, where there was only one choir, there were already more than fifty. He was invited to the National Choir of Spain and became its director, was a professor and head of the department at the Madrid Conservatory, traveled with the Sarzuella team as the artistic director of the choir and its chief conductor all over the world. He led numerous choirs and an extraordinary boys' choir of the Augustinian monastery of Escorial, in which heirs to the royal throne have been brought up for half a thousand years (!)
Unfortunately, there are no words to convey the singing of these forty angels under ancient stone vaults. I can only say that this is one of the unforgettable musical events of my life.
The choir of the Polytechnical Institute, founded by the maestro, won numerous awards and prizes, traveled all over the continents, and the chronicle of its existence for a quarter of a century amounted to more than 13 volumes. Maestro Jose himself was awarded the gold medal of this educational institution, which is awarded to professors for outstanding success in teaching students and scientific achievements.
There are miracles in the world! Eat! We are sitting with José in a village near Madrid, it is called Maralsarsal (blackberry in translation), we sit at a large table and analyze the drafts of the processing of the missing collection that have miraculously survived in his archive. What a joy to be there again and work together, distracted by memories of how this or that number sounded in the choir. Indeed, some of the adaptations presented in the collection were first performed by their author with the guys from the choir of the Palace of Pioneers more than thirty years ago.
The restless maestro today directs four choirs, teaches, consults, participates in the jury of choral competitions in different countries of the world, including Russia, loves his Spain and sits behind the wheel for hours, driving along its roads.
There are several photographs on the wall in his house, where the king shakes hands with Maestro Jose after a concert against the background of the hall or at a reception in the palace.
He says to me, stopping in the middle of a village street: "You know, I'm so proud of my Spain!" And he looks around as if now he will raise his hands - and the mountains surrounding us in several rows will sound, as if they are standing on a choir stage.
We have completed a difficult return to the past in order to return this work to the present and future. Jose wrote to me on the title of the manuscript: “Mishenka! "Manuscripts don't burn." Thanks to you, this notebook appeared - thank you very much. José Felipe. And the date: April 4, 2007. Now the collection is in another publishing house and is waiting in line for publication.
Hope it happens.
Mikhail SADOVSKII, USA