– There’s nothing. And there. Here, too. What do we have here? All the same...

by Vlad Levickij

  This monologue could characterize the early life of Frank Henningstone. The point when everything changed – when Frank was 20-year-old student of The Royal Academy in London, England. The life of Frank was a typical human-misanthrope’s, who has lost all faith in humanity, altruism and virtues. In this case, there were two solutions – to become a cynical and cold careerist or...just cold.

The only thing that warmed his heart and soul (and vocal chords) – was music, or rather, singing. Frank, lyric tenor, always dissolved in music, when all around was getting to it’s limit and it was unbearable to endure. On the other hand, there was little that could hurt him so much. During his 20-years-life he had tasted all sorts of betrayal, unrequited love and broken hopes. Same events were like a lump in the throat, and his lonely and cold heart only lightly sparkled, encountering another failure.
However, despite of Frank’s permanent melancholy, he strongly believed it was fateful necessity. There was  cold and emptiness, alienation which were forcing Frank to devote more time to things, that ordinary people pass by. Well, we should say that intuition didn’t let Frank down. In the middle of the third year of his studying Frank Henningstone met his new vocal teacher Mary Katcher. She was only a year older than him, but had a great musical ability. Their formal relationship resulted in the phenomenal success of Frank, who is now known to everyone, and informal – in the happiest days of their lives, what few people know. Well, we can only guess what Frank felt after this time, because he stopped writing his memoirs after meeting with his love. Friends say, that after breaking up with Mary, who had to move abroad, Frank got again in the ice, melting only occasionally looking through the old photos with his fatal mentor...