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Pose reference from "Whole House Mad meme", except I don't use the meme word "Damn bro you got the whole house laughing" inside. I draw them wearing post-1945 uniform, as I want to see the alternate universe if they are still alive after 1945, or the alternate universe where they are all reuniting after death.

I also feel like that's how my 12 OCs react if they see the one who wrote the entire tragedies 😅

In other words, "Dark Tears in Red Music" blog finally comes to the end. For those who follow my journey since February/March (my first time to publish the blog), I thank you all and hope you enjoying the stories :)

And for the newcomers, feel free to visit! The main stories has finished, so there is a lot of time to explore... There might be side stories added later, but I cannot promise would be frequent like in the past.

P.S: Don't worry, I am still continue making fanmade MVs, shitpost and other worldbuilding story. And I open the comment section here, so feel free to ask related to worldbuilding :)

Adieu To The Past

EPILOGUE

Some Alternate Universes That Make Me Giggle

Author Notes: This section may be updated sometimes whenever I find any incorrect quotes sounds good for my OCs lol.

AU Pretend we worked in a hospital but none of us are medically trained

Vasily: "Here comes the anesthesia!" (lift a steel chair)
Anatoli: "Hey Anton, take my photo! The light behind me looking good!" (Pose in front of x-ray light)
Oleg: "A schizophrenic patient asked me to help fighting their demons. Thankfully I am black belted so here we go."
Dmitry: "Ok so I have writing the tutorial of how to heart transplant. Sorry, it's my first time..."
Stepan: (Playing dead in the morgue to scare everyone who try to enter)
Maxim: "Don't forget to shake the medicine bottle syrup before consuming. And do it like this!" (starts to twerk while holding the medicine bottle)
Andrei: "Guys, I can't read this next tutorial that Dima wrote. What should we do next after taking out the aorta???"
Semyon: "Internal bleeding, nurse? I thought that's how supposed to be?"
Ivan: "Whoa, you have cancer? That's good! I have Virgo!"
Vadim: "Their heart rate is down!" (taking out tequila from stash)
Alexei/Vitaly: "Hey I just got your test result, sir. Congrats, your results are all positive!" (yes, both will answer the same)
Fyodor: "Huh? Patient's temperature suddenly dropping? Move outta my way." (bringing a large bowl of boiling water)

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P.S: Don't tell Elena Ostrucheskaya

Renounce Prose

(Taken from my 2013 Archive)

There was a wooden house in the village near the river.

Inside this house lived a father, a mother and a boy.

The father is a fisherman who work behind the house.

The mother is a mute, so she must brought a board and chalk to talk.

The boy still loved them no matter what. 

Until one day a war struck in that village.

The father chosen to be partisan and leave the family with a bullet wound on his chest.

The village also suffered by famine.

The mother and the boy flee from their home to find any luck.

Years later, they finally found a new home and new kind neighbor to help them.

But the luck won't last long, as the mother had strange illness.

The boy worried and sought help, to no avail.

And the mother died in her illness, leaving him with the neighbor.

The neighbor do loved him, but he doesn't trust them.

"Everyone I loved dies unnaturally. I'll just hurt others. I'm destined to be alone"

The boy lived alone on his communal and being independent, despite the neighbor worrying him.

The boy renounced having to accept any love around him.

 

To Be Or Not To Be Conscripted

(Taken from my 2013 Archive. Originally, the story was about Alexandrov Ensemble artists are getting conscripted in Belarus just for the drama. But I decided to change and edited it as normal concert tour)

[Particle 1]

[January 1936]

After hours of composing for the choir, Alexandrov rose from the piano bench upon seeing the clock hands pointing to twelve. "Alright, let's take a break for lunch. See you later!"

Before the choir members could ask a single question, Alexandrov smiled in farewell and left the room, carrying his yellow folder. Instinctively, they all shrugged in unison before filing out of the rehearsal room.

The Scandal

[Paris, Late July 1937]

On that bustling festival night, Semyon was seen walking with Ivan. Although they were just strolling, the two of them frequently remarked on how the Grand Prix festival was even more spectacular than the October Revolution festival. They briefly stopped at a pastry stall to watch fresh pastries and cream puffs coming out of the oven, then moved on to a clothing boutique where Maxim, Andrei, and Stepan were trying on colorful shirts. They exchanged a quick wave before continuing their walk around the festival grounds. After two hours of walking, Ivan began yawning frequently.

Messy Alternate Universes

Of course, during the building of my OCs between 2013-2016, there are some alternate universes and scrapped stories I made. And I want to share it to you all, because this is still part of my journey.

Messy Sketches and Drawing Part 5

These are the old concept and researches I made when first time joining National Novel Writing Month held in 2013. Like relationship maps, the other characters involved, building lore for 4 main OCs. Note that this is old version, which may clashed with the canon I've posted all of this time. I just want to share as I don't want to forget the journey from just liking a "Red Army Choir" into "Alexandrov Ensemble".

Messy Sketches and Drawing Part 4

These are the rest of messy sketches and drawings that I think it needed to be explained or addressed.

Because it's mostly clashed with the canon story I wrote in here.

Splinters of a Triptych

Moscow, June 1945

For now, Dmitry, Vadim, and Darya could say nothing but sip the hot tea that had just been served, when Vadim visited Dmitry’s new settlement. The sound of Elena sobbing and her mother consoling her in the other room was the only noise filling the apartment, deepening the gloom that weighed on each of them. Vadim rubbed his watery eyes and looked at Dmitry, who was sitting directly across from him.

Vadim's First Meeting With Tatiana

March 1935

The artists of the Alexandrov Ensemble were thrilled. They heard people from the Bolshoi Ballet Academy were coming to CSKA to watch their concert. Initially, no one knew exactly who would be attending. Alexandrov had kept it a secret, instructing the group only to rehearse a few military songs and several opera pieces. However, realising that the chosen opera songs were typically used for ballet performances, some members speculated that the audience would include ballerinas... or maybe also ballerinos. Sure enough, on the day of the performance, Alexandrov were accompanied by a middle-aged man and woman; he introduced the man as the director of the Bolshoi Ballet Academy and the woman as one of the ballet instructors. The director introduced himself as Viktor Semyonov and expressed a keen interest in watching the ensemble.

Ekh Dorogi

Still remember this video?

And now... I want to tell a bit of story behind the MV.

October Cult

[1935]

"Then I told that Militsia, 'As you are not blind like me, it means you can see clearly this buffoon is the double agent who stole both noble and partisan archives all of this time'," quipped Vasily as he inhaled his cigarette's smoke proudly.

Alexei clapped happily, "Whoa, how brave of you to tell them like that! And so, did they finally arrest that guy?"

"Yeah. And finally the building where I build with other workers in the past won't be meddled by some Militsia walking around," shrugged Vasily. Meanwhile, Dmitry and Vadim were just silent to hear the music from the radio. They have heard the same story from Vasily since years ago, and Vasily re-told this story to Alexei who just joined their peers.

Wrong-Placed Pity

[December 1938]

"Alright. We’re taking the winter break. But don't forget to come back here in 4th February next year," said Alexandrov.

"Understood, Maestro," the artists of the Alexandrov Ensemble replied in unison.

"That concludes our final concert this December. See you later... and happy incoming new year!" Alexandrov quipped before leaving the hall. The artists quickly dispersed and boarded onto the tram. That including Alexei, Dmitry, Vadim and Vasily.

Wanted, Arrested

Just imagining if NKVD are bored enough and wants to capture my OCs.

Brief Sunshine

[1950, in a crowded cafe of Moscow]

"Vadka, is that you?"

Vadim startled when his name called. Nobody has dared to call like that except several person in his lifetime. He put down his cutlery, and lifted his head. A young woman in sleek black hair approached him, as she put down her plate with one course of meal. Her striking blue eyes connected with his deeply.

"...Who are you?" asked Vadim, trying to dig his memory once again.

"Zinka. Yeah, you may remembered me as teenager. And... maybe you forget me too, I understand..." sighed that woman.

"Zinka?" Vadim twitched his eyes. "Tell me if you are really her."

"Our oldest brother, Eduard, will always playing the song with his balalaika. Mark and I always playing ball outside. And you... I remembered you try to learn singing. Your voice is awful, but you are fast learner when Eduard taught you not to be tone deaf. After he went missing in war, you picked up that balalaika and learn further..."

Vadim's muscles relaxed slowly. He examines her face, realising that she is indeed his youngest sister. But he didn't stood up and hug her. He just... choose to pick up his cutlery and continued eating. She follows his movements too, and they are eating in silence.

Religion

I know religion usually the most absent thing whenever the story revolves in Soviet Union. But when remembering Alexandrov family are devoted Orthodox who has to hid their belief forever, I think religion is still worth to be explored among my OCs. Just as reminder that each people has their own religious (or non-religious) journey... but I'm not planning to make it as full personality since they still live in Soviet Union. Therefore, the list below was only based on my 2013 imagination that transliterated.

Muscle

 

The Dinner in Stalinabad

"You guys are bastards!" Vasily exclaimed angrily. He was told that everyone had challenge to lull, while cradling a sleeping Vasily on the train yesterday. Vadim, Alexei, and Dmitry burst out laughing, remembering the cuteness of Vasily's face as Dmitry's voice succeeded to made Vasily smiling in his sleep.

"Sleep, my dear child, for the birds have closed their eyes. Sleep, my dear child, for the dogs and cats have bid farewell. Sleep, sleep... Ahahahahaha!!!" Dmitry sang, then couldn't contain his amusement until his stomach ached. Vasily smacked Dmitry's head hard, but it didn't stop the green-eyed man from laughing.

Perilous Advice

[December 1939]

Vadim's blue eyes are scanning deeper today. But it wasn't looking at the music score, or Alexandrov's baton, or even the strings on his domra. He specifically scanning on his best friend from brass section. The shifted attitude, and different crook on the smiles. The vile voices from his father are still there... but Alexei's vacant glare turn into vacant cheerful eyes now frighten Vadim more than ever.