I have been a lifelong lover of music. Sometime in the 1960s, as a teenager, I discovered the Red Army Chorus sang magnificent renditions, including Taras Shevchenko’s “Reve ta Stohne” (“The Dnipro Roars and Moans.”) My mother, Lesia, asked me not to play it. But it’s so beautiful, I said. I know, she replied –...