From the very first notes of Kak molody my byli, the audience is immediately drawn into an emotional space, where every word sung by Dmitri Hvorostovsky seems to reach deep into their hearts.

His warm baritone voice not only conveys a sense of regret for the past but also evokes old memories, making the audience feel the fleeting nature of time.Each line sung feels like a personal confession, causing the atmosphere in the hall to become still and full of emotion.The listeners seem to merge with the lingering sadness, yet there’s also a warmth in the depth of Hvorostovsky’s voice.
From the very first notes of Kak molody my byli (“How Young We Were”), the audience is drawn into a deep, reflective silence—an emotional stillness that blankets the hall.

Dmitri Hvorostovsky, with his velvety, resonant baritone, doesn’t merely sing the song; he lives it in every phrase.

There’s a gentle ache in his voice, a reverence for time passed, that turns each lyric into a whispered truth about love, youth, and the roads not taken.

The nostalgia in his tone is so palpable, it feels as though the walls themselves are listening.

As he sings, the hall becomes a sanctuary for memory. Faces in the crowd soften, eyes glisten—some close their eyes, lost in the shared experience of remembering.

Hvorostovsky’s delivery is not theatrical; it’s intimate.

Every word is carefully shaped, every note wrapped in sincerity, as though he’s offering a piece of himself with each breath. It’s not just a performance—it’s communion.

The mournful beauty of the melody, paired with the richness of his voice, evokes not just sadness, but warmth—a recognition of life’s fragility, yes, but also its deep and enduring sweetness.

In those few minutes, listeners are transported: to childhood summers, to first loves, to long-lost laughter and conversations under the stars.

And though the song mourns what’s gone, it also honors it, gently reminding us that those moments, though fleeting, are forever alive within us.

When the final note fades, there’s often a pause—one of those rare, sacred silences when applause feels almost too crude, too immediate.

But then it comes, rising like a wave of gratitude, not just for the music, but for the gift of feeling so deeply. Dmitri Hvorostovsky, as always, gives not just a song, but a piece of his soul—and invites everyone to find their own within it.