Temperamento Ungherese

Italian composers admired Verdi so much that no one dared to come after him. But Leoncavallo’s piece cries out for a symphony orchestra version…

Bach’s Keyboards

The fact is that Bach’s music works well on any instrument, something the composer himself proved by writing these concerti…

Harmony that Can Fly

A refined band in its prime, who can be simultaneously meditative and powerfully sweeping, unshakably disciplined and dauntlessly playful.

A Land of Blood and Song

The overall picture is influenced by religious fault lines, with Catholic inhabitants at the western edge, and Orthodox and Muslims elsewhere.

The triumph of the body in Budapest’s Museum of Fine Arts

An exhibition of over 80 Renaissance paintings and drawings, including works by Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and Raphael, in Budapest’s Museum of Fine Arts.

Presenting All the Beauty of Vertical Dance

Strings will be important elements of the performance, both literally and metaphorically. We’d like the people in the audience to discover common threads…

Positive Energy ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

She glanced at her phone. She still had Fox as wallpaper. He seemed to be watching her with those stormcloud eyes of his…

The Everlasting Dance

He got his name from Sholem Aleichem, his fame from Fiddler on the Roof, but Tevye’s true creator was Eastern European history…

Bohemian Lace and Russian Frills

This year’s Jabot Festival, which makes the crucial second step towards creating a tradition, now presents us with many examples and tough nuts to crack…

He Comes, He Sees, He Conquers

Valery Gergiev arrives to this year’s Budapest Spring Festival with two productions – Iolantha and Cinderella -, giving three performances.

The Sherlock Holmes of Russian Opera

“The creation and later life of Khovanshchina surpasses even detective novels when it comes to mystery and adventure…” János Bojti and Mussorgsky.

Crackling fire, mulled wine, Satan ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

Everything is possible when the fog descends. Dobogókő is also stunning in the spring; really, I’m hard pressed to choose my favourite season there.

Soul for Sale ~ A short story by Susan Anwin

The survivor moved on. He didn’t know how long he had been wandering, as the sky was the same nondescript gray, with no evidence of sunrise or sunset.

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