tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16659678.post3737514144972155342..comments2024-03-27T05:21:46.264-07:00Comments on Masha Lloyd's blog: Goodbye Aunty Masha! The Lieven story, the end of an era. My obituary.Afternoon Tea and Talk. http://www.blogger.com/profile/17723773799587092765noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16659678.post-63441699445285272242018-09-23T06:36:45.554-07:002018-09-23T06:36:45.554-07:00Gosh Peter I only saw this now. How amazing you kn...Gosh Peter I only saw this now. How amazing you knew my Aunt when she was young and how amazing you found my blog post on her life. Would love to get in touch to hear more. My email is masha.lloyd@googlemail.comAfternoon Tea and Talk. https://www.blogger.com/profile/17723773799587092765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16659678.post-57877631326861884182018-09-23T06:32:53.348-07:002018-09-23T06:32:53.348-07:00Thank you so much Roy for your comment and for rea...Thank you so much Roy for your comment and for reaching out after all these years. Indeed her concerts were marvelous. All the very best Masha Afternoon Tea and Talk. https://www.blogger.com/profile/17723773799587092765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16659678.post-24349777118345776072018-09-22T07:11:06.392-07:002018-09-22T07:11:06.392-07:00Thanks for your memories of Masha and for filling ...Thanks for your memories of Masha and for filling in the gaps in my knowledge of Mash. I worked at UEA with her for many years and remember her concerts. They were wonderful. . it would be great to hear from you.<br /><br /><br />Roy BivonAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08698363954732301375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16659678.post-82431587826850452532010-08-19T04:08:23.740-07:002010-08-19T04:08:23.740-07:00I'm suppressed! Rest in peace my darling Mashe...I'm suppressed! Rest in peace my darling Mashenka! Your's best friend of the childhood and youth Nina!Ninanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16659678.post-84926857883689833202010-04-30T15:46:41.625-07:002010-04-30T15:46:41.625-07:00Thank you for a wonderful summary of the life of y...Thank you for a wonderful summary of the life of your Aunt! <br /> "Lelya" Masha (Aunt Masha) was a positive fixture of my childhood in Sixties' Sofia. She lived but 100 yards from us, on the corner of the boulevard Tolboukhin (as it then was, after a Soviet marshall; today Levski) and the tiny ulitsa Dante. Other impoverished-but-proud Russian nobles lived in the same apartment house as her. Some (Messrs. Arnold, Besach) were former lectors at the American College prior to the communist takeover, and I remember taking private lessons in Russian with them. In truth, being heir to yet another Russian emigre family, I did not need these lessons, but taking them -- and paying for them -- was considered a noble duty in my house. What fine people they were, and what a happy period of my life this was, despite the privations of Bulgarian communism!<br /> Your Aunt and my mother (also a Maria) were first friends who, between them, somehow managed to get together a bootleg novelty-watchstrap business going in Sixties' Bulgaria. Search me how! In fact, there is a still a box in our apartment, full of new-looking turquoise, magenta and yellow watch straps, which your Aunt and my mother managed to manufacture and sell...<br /> Tawdry watch-straps aside, I remember Lelya Masha as a very glamorous and yet very decorous lady whom "everyone" in Sofia knew. She always seemed to be surrounded by an air of arcane Tolstoyan mystery which went alongside the social well-connectedness that resulted from her being of the most exalted of Russian aristocratic stock.<br /> At some stage in the late Sixties, Masha suddenly left Sofia (at the time, it was imperative that the utmost secrecy be maintained about any departure from Bulgaria, lest anyone jealous spoil it by informing on one...) and went to what was automatically assumed would be a fabled life of ease and plenty in England.<br /> A couple of years later, at the close of 1971, I too left Bulgaria with my mother to join my step-father Bryan Skipp in London. Once we got there, I remember Mother searching high and wide for Masha. Her joy at finally finding her whereabouts (through the Russian Church at Enninsmore Gardens, as I recall) wqas unbounded, and a memorable reunion ensued! <br /> I went on to read Russian at Hull under Richard Peace in the late Seventies, and do recall much mention of the UEA summer meetings. Sadly, I never went. (It was then _de rigueur_ to do all in one's powers to go to the USSR itself, which I indeed did, leaving me with an experience worthy of "a conference"...) If I had but known that Lelya Masha was involved in them! (True to her aristocratic reserve, she never promoted them to me.)<br /> I was very, very saddened to read of Masha's passing. Mother, sadly ravaged by that other scourge, Parkinson's Disease, too shed a tear, as did Bryan. <br /> May the Lord rest her soul!Peter Skipphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08880520728865152196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16659678.post-54065992917437592482008-12-03T09:10:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:10:00.000-08:00so sorry to hear the bad news continue... be stron...so sorry to hear the bad news continue... be strong and I´m sure life will compensate in some way all the hardship now. big kiss from your loving friend, anneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com