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passed, I acquired a solid technique, and because of this, I became more serene in my musicianship.

      Mme. Dulova remained for me the ideal successful woman in her art. (The ideal masculine image in my eyes was Pierre Jamet.) It seemed that she was a soloist in all senses of the word. She gave recitals, played concerti with orchestra, was soloist with the Bolshoi Theater and also shared her knowledge as a teacher. How could I not hope to imitate her? She was a complete artist.

      When the first time came that I was invited to sit at the same table with Mme. Dulova as a juror for an international harp competition, I could not hide my pride. Suddenly, the one who had been a judge to me became an accomplice with me in the destiny of other young people. I redoubled my attention so that I wouldn’t make a mistake in my choices. This very special way of evolving at her side as a judge was given to me many times in England, USA and France, and each time I learned something from her.

      At this point in my memories of Mme. Dulova, I would also like to speak about the quality of human rapport, admiration and affection that I witnessed between many “great” artists of the harp world. I cannot name them all, but I think of Phia Berghout, Pierre Jamet, Marcel Grandjany, Nicanor Zabaleta and so many others. They were deeply kind and determined to bring the harp to a better state of awareness in the world. They made us love music. It was a time of respect and friendship between harpists. We were faithful to these exceptional people. This attitude seems to have changed in many of today’s young musicians. The teacher is expected to provide magical solutions for the student to play well without having to work-or perhaps, just barely.

      One can give all the advice in heaven and earth with competence and seriousness, but unless it is applied by the student, the result will be mediocre. During the recent master class given by Susann McDonald at Maubeuge, I was happy to hear her ask the students, “Do you play ёtudes?” What a great joy it was to hear this very young Dutch student reply that she had finished studying the&udes by Bochsa, Damase and Dizi. The result was there! She played remarkably well for all of her 12 years. This is the quality of work that we saw with Mme. Dulova and her students.

      This photo could be that of my parents, as both gave me sincere advice and love. When Pierre Jamet left us I felt the need to visit Mme. Dulova. I made the decision to go to Moscow in 1997, and when I arrived Natasha Shameyeva (a friend for 30 years) let me know that “Madame” was waiting for me and that I needed to hurry because we could not make “Madame” wait! Her apartment reflected her immense personality. The quality of her furniture, the paintings and her personal belongings transported me instantly to the Russia of the Tzars. A dinner of great quality was offered to Natasha and me, and then relentless questioning about everyone in France. I was always amazed by her elephantine memory. After that, Mme. Dulova scolded me because I had disobeyed a career plan that she had suggested for me.

      Despite my improvised excuse, she looked at me severely, and none of the reasons I voiced seemed to have value in her eyes. I had erred professionally and she let me know it. In returning to my hotel, I further realized the attachment of this woman who was not content just to teach the harp and the music but felt it her responsibility to go beyond musical considerations. She guided her students to the highest posts in Russia and abroad. I could not escape this rule, and the trip was very intense. Natasha took time to accompany me to museums and splendid churches, and Mme. Dulova arranged a reunion of about 30 students at the Moscow Conservatory for me to meet I was overwhelmed to hear the exceptional talent and deeply moved to be honored by her in this occasion. The day I left, after I had visited St. Basil’s Church situated in Red Square, I made a last visit to Mme. Dulova. Her chauffeur was waiting to take her to her country home. She insisted upon driving me to the airport, and she waved at me the longest time. I suspected then that that would be the last time…

      “Dear Madame, today, now that you have found yourself with Pierre Jamet, it remains for me to thank you for having been so complete, so natural, so magical, so demanding, so funny, so hard, so spontaneous, but so loving. Merci Madame.”

      [Личные воспоминания о Вере Дуловой

      Катрин Мишель[46]

      От нас ушла «Первая леди России». После неё осталось много сирот, и я среди них. Впервые я встретила Мадам Дулову на международном конкурсе арфистов в Израиле, 1965. Она дала концерт такой красоты и такого класса, что, слушая её, я сказала себе: «Или я буду играть как она, или я брошу арфу». Я не сомневалась, что эта женщина будет невольно вдохновлять меня своим примером и воздействовать силой своей личности. Её сила, совершенство, вкус и уникальное мастерство глубоко повлияли на меня.

      Мне было 17, когда я впервые участвовала в арфовом конкурсе в Израиле, и я была очень разочарована, не попав в финал. Я решила воспользоваться этим вынужденным отдыхом и пройтись вокруг израильского университета. Вдруг я увидела на противоположной стороне мадам Дулову, прогуливающуюся со своим переводчиком, и я не сразу поняла, что она окликнула меня по имени. Сомневаясь, я подошла, и она сказала мне твёрдым голосом: «Ты для меня необыкновенная». Она прямо посмотрела на меня и показала знак победы. Для меня это было потрясающим сюрпризом – узнать, что каким-то образом я ей понравилась, хотя и не прошла в финал. Я всегда вспоминаю этот случай и рассказываю о нём – не потому, что это был комплимент великой артистки, но потому, что эти слова прозвучали именно в тот момент, когда я сомневалась в своём профессиональном будущем.

      В 1965 году международные конкурсы были редкими, и у меня не было возможности сразу же победить в каком-нибудь другом конкурсе. Когда я вернулась во Францию, Пьер Жаме (он тоже был в жюри конкурса) очень хотел пригласить мадам Дулову в Гаржилез. С того времени я постоянно следила за гастролями Большого театра во Франции и никогда не упускала случая услышать прекрасные арфовые каденции Чайковского, Глазунова и др. Несколько лет спустя мадам Дулова помогла мне подготовить Концерт

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