Who: Yuri Chekhov, Mila Macnair
What: A half hour prayer service in the London diocese of the Russian Orthodox church.
Where: Russian Orthodox Cathedral, the Cathedral of Dormition and All Saints, London
When: Friday, April 4th, 8:00 p.m.
Rating: PG, likely.
Special Note: These are two representative movements from Tchaikovsky's Russian Liturgy: Izhe hermivi//
http://www.box.net/shared/oqhqgpc844 and Milost mira//
http://www.box.net/shared/fjwr8nzeogThe narthex and nave of the cathedral were completely candlelit, and bodies trickled into the seats slowly. There was a veil lowered behind the Beautiful Gate, hiding the alter from view. The cathedral was alive with heady perfumes and burning candle wicks, and he found himself shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another. The Anglican church was much more familiar to him, and the lush paintings that wound up the walls did not appeal to him in the same way as the rock carvings and cross shape of the Anglican churches. He was more English than Russian in this regard.
He stood, presently, at the mouth of the narthex. The boys choir was in the back of the church, off to one side of the altar. They'd stand later before the Beautiful Gate in their white robes. Yuri had not yet changed into those robes; he thought it would be better if he met Mila in the narthex before she entered the nave, if she came at all. Or perhaps he was projecting his own acute sense of being out of place onto her.
Her sudden change of heart had surprised him, but not unpleasantly. It was his way to come on strong to all individuals, though secretly, he did not think he was as high energy at heart as he portrayed himself. Yuri coughed once, and it rang through the cathedral like a gunshot.