Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka. Ruslan and Ludmila

Overture

Prelude

Interlude

“The things of days, in Lithe gone the legends of the past obscure…”

“Oh, field, who strewed you with dry men’s bones?”

“Far from my sweet heart I am languishing in captivity”

“There is a deserted place”

“A shelter from eternal darkness”