Свиридов - Метель (Вальс)

Чайковский - Танец принца

Чайковский - Испанский танец (Лебединое озеро)

Шуберт – Аве Мария

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"Полонез" Огинского

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Story
Tamil Warriors of Yesteryear. The Children of Thunder and Rain
In the burning lands of southern India, where monsoons roar like celestial drums and temples rise like stone hymns, lived the Tamil warriors, custodians of the land, honor, and ancestral fire.
The Vanniar and the Velir: Blood of Kings and Poets
The Vanniar, born from the smoke of sacrifices and the fury of lightning, were elephant riders, archers of divine precision, and strategists who spoke with the gods. The Velir, on the other hand, were wandering nobles, warrior-poets who wove verses in the midst of combat, invoking Murugan, god of war, with each stanza.
Their swords not only cut the air: they sang. Each blow was a verse, each defense, a stanza. They fought for the land, yes, but also for memory, for the music of their ancestors.
The League of the Cholas, Cheras, and Pandyas...
In times of great threat, when the seas brought invaders and the skies foretold ruin, the three great kingdoms Cholas, Cheras, and Pandyas united their banners in a mystical alliance known as Thirai Sangam, the League of the Horizon.
Tamil warriors marched in burnished bronze armor, with swirling ritual tattoos, and war drums that shook the mountains. It was said they could summon storms with their chants, and their spears were guided by the spirits of tigers and cobras.
The Last Battle: The Eclipse of Kaveri
Legend tells that in the year of the Great Eclipse, when the Kaveri River turned black as obsidian, the Tamil warriors faced an army of shadows emerging from the sea. They were not men, but specters of fallen empires, commanded by a faceless general.
The battle lasted seven days and seven nights. In the end, the Tamil warriors, knowing they could not win by force, sang the Paadal Vettai, the Song of the Final Hunt, a melody so pure it dissolved the shadows into light.
Since then, it is said that when rain falls on the rice fields and the rumble of drums is heard in the distance, the spirits of the Tamil Warriors ride again, protecting the land, the language, and memory.

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