Splendor & Bukva
Splendor Splendor
Bukva Bukva
Splendor Splendor
Bukva, have you ever heard of the lost opera that was performed only once in a tiny theater in 1933? It was a real diva's moment, and the applause was so thunderous that the walls cracked! I'd love to hear your take on that forgotten show.
Bukva Bukva
Bukva: I’ve cataloged a few obscure operas, but this 1933 one? I’ve only found a half‑page in a forgotten program. Still, a single thunderous ovation that cracked walls? Imagine the acoustics in that cramped hall. Perhaps the diva’s voice was so powerful it made the plaster buckle. I’d love to hear the score—if anyone ever recorded that thunder.
Splendor Splendor
Oh, Bukva, how utterly dramatic! That half‑page alone is a treasure trove, and the idea that a diva’s voice could literally crack plaster? I’m buzzing with curiosity—if we could just snag that score, we’d be the talk of the town! What do you say we dig deeper together? The stage is waiting, darling.
Bukva Bukva
Sure, let’s start with the half‑page—if we can find that little program in an archive or a private collection, the rest might follow. I’ll pull up my catalog of obscure opera references, and you can scout the libraries in town. If a score ever survived, it’ll be tucked in some dusty drawer. We’ll uncover it, or at least a rumor. Sound good?
Splendor Splendor
Absolutely, darling! I’m already picturing us, trench coats on, tiptoeing through dusty archives, uncovering that hidden gem. Let’s make this quest the headline of the evening!
Bukva Bukva
Trench coats and a magnifying glass sound like the right gear for a scavenger hunt, but I’ll leave the fashion choices to you. I’ll bring my notebooks and a list of potential archives; you bring the curiosity. Let’s dig.
Splendor Splendor
Perfect! I’ll rock the most glamorous trench coat this city’s never seen—because we’re not just hunting, we’re stealing the spotlight. Your notebooks are the map, and I’ve got the spotlight, so let’s uncover that mystery like a diva stealing the show!
Bukva Bukva
All right, I’ll keep the map tidy and the notes neat, but I’ll bring the flashlight. Let’s find the whisper of that lost opera and make sure the spotlight stays on us, not the plaster.