The unique world of Albina Degtyareva

Albina Degtyareva

Khomus (Yakutian jew's-harp) is the most ancient musical instrument, which meets practically at all peoples in this or that "modification" – there are models from wooden, whale moustache, and naturally metal, which plays our today's person Albina Degtyareva. She was born in creative family in small Viluy village with a melodious name Kyrgyday. In seven years the girl has asked mum to teach her to play on khomus. Those days khomus was a rarity, it ordered from Megino-Khangalas region, at Semen Innokentjevich Gogolev. The girl has without effort mastered a khomus and quickly safely repeated in a step the old brothers. Now Albina – a pride of republic without which any ethnic concert or action of republic doesn't pass.

After numerous concerts and world tours Albina became an idol for amateurs of modern ethnic music.

Albina's life is inseparably related with khomus, at school she participated in all concerts of her region, she occupied honored places in republican competitions and festivals. She earned people's love. In student's years she was, during some time, the head of ensemble of khomusits of the faculty of history and philology. Since 1985 there have begun the first trips abroad, where she showed and, to the present time, shows a magnificent and bewitching game on khomus.

Albina's unforgettable moments during trip on island Hokkaido:


- The island Hokkaido – the most beautiful place in the world, the north of Japan, and, probably, therefore it wasn't touched by a civilization. Hokkaido – is snow-white caps of mountains, branchy trees growing in a lower course, the cleanest air and the bright sun blinding the eyes.

And I stood on a coast of ocean, listening attentively in a roar reaching whence from the entrails of the earth. After I learned that the ocean is alive and it breathed. Moreover, during any time it seemed to me that we breathe together, we inhale and exhale the air simultaneously. It was a very strange sensation. And suddenly I was dawned with the next idea: a shout of seagulls would be conformable to this ocean excitement, this noise going whence from apart.

I haven't noticed how I have approached to lips my khomus, which always, certainly, with me. A heart-rending shout of seagulls was raised itself. Soon I have felt that another sound has flowed into my sound, more alive and strong. I have listened: the seagulls shout! I have looked narrowly: near to me, on the edge of coast, from nowhere, there was a whole flight white of seagulls. Then we have gone alone and have seen Siberian white cranes.


There is a Yakut legend: the person any time seen in a life the dance of Siberian white cranes, learns a true happiness. Perhaps, so speak, because it is difficult to see these birds?

In Japan I managed to see Siberian white cranes, but as against ours, they were adapted. Probably, therefore they looked so prosily: they didn't sing and dance. It became sad to me and for somehow to dispel this sadness I became to play on khomus. Sounds flew easily and freely. Surprising affaire! – five minutes have not passed, as birds, as if having forgotten about their bondage, have appeared before me in all natural beauty! The word of honor, we adequately supplemented each other! It was unforgettable! The present symphony…


One day I was carried on a pasture, where the herd of horses was peacefully grazed. Having seen them, I have felt a certain fear: it is not known, how they will lead themselves? They will rush suddenly? However on all it was visible, that horses not paid attention to me.

Under sounds of my khomus I imaged our Yakut horses, such small and thickset, which by their hoofs procure under a thick layer of snow forage – a last year's grass. It seems I left far in my ideas, having missed the main thing: the herd of horses approached to me! The word of honor, it was terrible for me. As there was no place for to disappear and I have silently whispered: "Pretty, please, stop, don't come nearer!" Surprising affaire: horses as if having heard my words, have stopped and began to be grazed themselves…

Having talked and having heard Albina's surprising stories it would be desirable to learn to play on khomus and to learn other world, the world of the nature and melody.

Written by Alexander Solovjev

Resource: Sakha-Info.Ru

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