Daria Vorontsova biography

Dasha Vorontsova, pianist. Moscow - Karlsruhe, Germany “I always really liked German. However, I never taught him, because “why”, “English is more needed” ”On May 19, a graduate of the MGK Tchaikovsky Dasha Vorontsova left Russia to Germany in the year, where she continues to study and teach. Svetlana Anishchenkova talked with Daria about what caused the crossing during the coronavirus epidemic, how life in the new country and the unexpected embodiments of the German teaching traditions were improved.

The social life of the city was very scarce, there were almost no concerts. I didn’t even see people with whom I went to a lecture at Zoom. It was difficult. But then everything began to return to the usual rhythm of life. In general, it is quite calm here, after Moscow: life on weekdays actively begins at 6 a.m., but it seems that everyone is already sleeping. I like that it is dark and quiet at night on the street.

But it was definitely one of the German lessons at the Gunter Grasse school.

I always really liked German. But still, I began to study it-just out of interest and pleasure from the process. And in one of the lessons, I realized that I want to live on this every day, and not two and a half hours twice a week. I wanted to leave as soon as possible, but I had to put the admission for a year because of the universal Locdown. Therefore, when I was ill with Covid in January of the year and handed over the test for antibodies, there was no limit to my joy: there was a lot of antibodies and this was my pass on the border.

There was no fear of moving during the pandemic. Having arrived and moved, I lived in a hostel for a little more than a year. That is, how: my university does not have its own hostel, I found it through WG-Gesucht, although Wg is just an apartment that is rented by several people, such as a communal apartment. Then, by chance, in the Hochschule group on Facebook, I saw that a girl from WG was coming from the room next to the university, for the same price, and I moved.

My main house: I work in parallel with my studies: I teach children to play a piano at a music school. Showing them the exercises that my teacher gave me, I remember how he talked about his first teacher. It was a terribly strict German, who, in turn, showed these exercises to him. At this moment, it seems to me that if it is enough to twist the space and time, you can see how in the twentieth century one woman in Russia extremely strictly requires homework in Russian with a German accent, and the other in the XXI century in Germany is friendly to study at least 10 minutes, but every day in German with a Russian accent.

And both of them want to achieve about the same thing. Therefore, it was necessary to do something. And the whole first semester I earned cleaning in German families-and actually it was even cool. I do not know how much, but I know how to wash the floor, yes. So why not receive money for the work that is unpaid for most women? And I was glad to help those families and see that they spent this watch either in working affairs or with children.

Half of my friends here were worked out with cleaning or are still being worked as a lot. Mom somehow in childhood instilled in me that to steal is ashamed, but any work is not. The street, where I live in general, I have a training visa, which just gives the right to mini-job: this is cleaning, working as a waiter, student part-time job at the university, etc. And they gave me this permission.

The house, past which I like to walk the study is paid: I cry the so-called semester fee, which is considered quite high in the land of Baden-Württemberg. I cry euros in the semester. In other lands in Hessen, for example, this is something near the euro, and the price also includes a student travel, which I pay separately. If we talk about the standard of living, then, let's say, in comparison with Moscow, I do not inertone.

But perhaps I don't have such high requests. They say that in East Germany everything is cheaper, but, I think, with the outbreak of war and everything has risen in price there. In addition, I have paid concerts, plus I work in the framework of the student tutort in Hochschule and accompany the singers on the piano and instrumentalists in the harpsichord. The castle, again, and on the right Wolfgang-Rihm-Forum, where a computer studio and much more technically in exile there were no particular difficulties.

The bank once asked to send confirmation on what basis I live in the country - that's all. They even gave me money in the framework of one single scholarship for Russian and Ukrainian students! You see yourself floating in a contrasting substance. Isn't it a miracle? If you do not talk about the family I see in the video, then I do not miss anything. After the start of the war, everything broke and scattered around the world along with people dear to me.

Some beloved people remained, but reality has changed and will never become the same. You can endlessly recall the purebred boulevard, rehearsals in the electric theater, the big Nikitskaya at 8 in the morning and much more, but these memories are only a facade wall with empty windows without a glass.But now I know that everything that I need is in one suitcase: and if I decide to leave again, I will do it.