Вера Дулова. Воспоминания. Статьи. Документы - стр. 31
Like every graduate of the Paris Conservatory, I thought the most difficult things were behind me. Even though M. Jamet congratulated me on my unanimous first prize at age 15, he added, “You will play well in ten years.”
What clairvoyance! All I needed to do was to work, but I didn’t know how to attain the summits or how to focus my efforts. Everything seemed hazy. In effect, many of my questions were answered at the Israel Competition. Each morning at 7:30 A. M., I would hear “the Russians” warming up with the slowness of a dancer who starts on her barre with the demi-plié, plié, battements tendus and upward to the more complicated exercises. I was impressed by such patience and perseverance. If there was a way to become a virtuoso, this was surely the way.
At this time in my life, I had the habit of playing my repertoire with great speed and not worrying about the state of my muscles, my tendons or even less, the skin on my fingers. The methodical and organized preparation of these Russian competitors brought back to me the teaching of Pierre Jamet that I never followed! I had actually convinced myself that these insidious and boring exercises were for the less-gifted students!
When I returned to Paris, I eagerly consulted all of the études that “slept” in my mother’s library. (My mother had been a student of Marcel Tournier.) From that moment on, the method of Coeur became my Bible and the exercises of Larivrière my daily prayers. And thus, I started to become more disciplined in my work. As the months passed, I acquired a solid technique, and because of this, I became more serene in my musicianship.
Mme. Dulova remained for me the ideal successful woman in her art. (The ideal masculine image in my eyes was Pierre Jamet.) It seemed that she was a soloist in all senses of the word. She gave recitals, played concerti with orchestra, was soloist with the Bolshoi Theater and also shared her knowledge as a teacher. How could I not hope to imitate her? She was a complete artist.
When the first time came that I was invited to sit at the same table with Mme. Dulova as a juror for an international harp competition, I could not hide my pride. Suddenly, the one who had been a judge to me became an accomplice with me in the destiny of other young people. I redoubled my attention so that I wouldn’t make a mistake in my choices. This very special way of evolving at her side as a judge was given to me many times in England, USA and France, and each time I learned something from her.