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Halyna Ovcharenko is the director of the folk music ensemble Malva and also teaches composition and music theory. In 1996 she was given the University of Bristol and ORS Scholarship to study for a PhD in composition, and now lives and works in Great Britain. Amongst her works are pieces for solo piano, piano and voice, percussion, chamber orchestra, choir and symphony orchestra. There are some regions of Ukraine where old people keep up a tradition of invoking rain in dry summers. They drown a “chaste widow” in a river as a sacrifice to God, hoping for rain. This ceremony came from pagan (pre-Christian) times and existed as a game, but they played it very seriously, hoping to get help. The use of “authentic voices” is a tradition peculiar to the Slavonic countries of Eastern Europe, each region using them in its own individual fashion. Basically it consists of two highly characteristic vocal colourings, one a strong ‘throat' sound in the middle register, the other a lighter ‘falsetto'.
Not a single drop of rain so far; The pitiless sun is cracking the earth, exhausting it. Unbearable heat. The unendurable sun. It is time to offer the Great Sacrifice. (Prayer and Invocation)
Widow: I have knocked, I have clamoured but no rain, no rain. Rain water, water. Come on Rain, come on. I will make the Borshch soup in an earthen pot for you, you will put one in a corner. The earthen pot will turn into rain. The rain will be falling. The earthen pot will crack, the sky will shine with a flash of lightning. Come on Rain, come on to the kale fields, to the dry grass, to the small flowers, to the little children. (Song of the Widow)
Three birds are flying to God. They will flap their wings and ask God. They will break open the sky with their beaks to let out the water. (Weeping of the Widow)
Children-flowers, you are little boys. What a hard lot you have. Your father went off. He is lying in the tomb. He cannot see his darlings. Children-flowers, what a hard lot you have. Your mother will go off too. She will take wing to God. She will ask for happiness for everybody. Children-flowers. Your mother will come back. She will turn into a cuckoo. She will cry, she will tell you stories. She will gladden you.
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