And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【fiancée】

Chopin recalled the psychology of humming this nocturne at that time, and found that it was full of fog just like the morning in his memory.

The reason has been irretrievable, perhaps just some kind of flash of inspiration.

According to the character of a gentleman, he cannot turn a blind eye to the despair of a lady, especially if she has the intention of committing suicide.Seeing her getting closer and closer to the lake, in a hurry, the melody of "Nocturne in E-flat Major" flew out of his vocal cords, turning into a butterfly and flying towards her.

The girl's footsteps stagnated, and the youth did not stop singing.The notes are like a ray of warm candlelight, gently dispelling the deadly darkness.

The repeated main theme, riding on the breeze, lingered in her ears and penetrated into her heart.

She turned around slowly, the beautiful amber could no longer hold the autumn morning dew.The translucent crystals fell down into two strings of bead chains with their threads cut off, sprinkled on her plain nightgown, and formed a cluster of blooming dark flowers.

It was the first time that Chopin saw silent crying—so calm and rational, just like the nocturne he hummed, but he wrapped the vast sorrow in the depths of the phrase.Only those who can really understand can empathize with it.

He has no way of knowing the root of her pain, but he can feel sorry for her sorrow.

So much so that looking directly at her tears, the singing could no longer continue.

"What wonderful music...Even though I knew they would never come back and the world had nothing better for me - I could still cry for it..."

Her voice was as misty as fog, and the hopelessness that was originally stagnant was rippled by the falling tears.

"Miss, if you can still believe...if you are willing to come to me - I think there are more beautiful things I can sing for you here."

He remembered that his outstretched hand waited in the air for a long time, so long that he couldn't help wondering if time had been frozen, and the cold fingertips belonging to another person slowly landed in his palm.

He finally felt relieved, held that hand and gave her warm support;

After all, she still had expectations and walked towards the beauty he described.

The girl was taken away from the shore of the lake by the youth, and they sat on the ground under a big tree.

She hugged her knees and listened to his soft humming.

"I'm so tired, can I close my eyes? When I wake up... I will repay you, sir."

……

The sleeping girl in the last frame of the memory of first encounter merges with the pianist downstairs stroking the keyboard.

Chopin wakes up from the memory.

The melody he hummed to her never thought that she would play it to him in this way.

Unlike playing "Etude in C Major" in the cafe, Chopin found that Aurora changed the way he touched the keys.Her hands are almost parallel to the keys, and her fingers undulate in waves—if Eugene Delacroix (Eugene Delacroix) were here, he would have marveled at the beauty of these hands playing the piano, and would even take out a paintbrush, Trying to keep them on the canvas.

Chopin knows that there is a price to pay for being pleasing to the eye, and this way of touching the keys is extremely tiring.

Unless the piece being played is sufficiently specific to the player, it is utterly masochistic.

Chopin never defined nocturnes, but he was absolutely against playing his nocturnes too romantically.

The master of free speed means changing styles in the eyes of others, and those who try to imitate him are always difficult to catch.This song was accidentally played too sweet, exaggerated to the point of eating candy.

He was pleased by the performance of his fiancee.He loves this expression of rationality, calmness, restraint, and self-restraint.Even the most violent emotions are expressed with tact and grace.Weeping in silence, gently relieved.

Chopin didn't care about Aurora's skills.He has never been Liszt, he prefers the expression of touch keys and pedals - besides, this nocturne does not need technique.

But it has too many "skills" to deal with: the main melody is too long, and requires careful touch and flexible pedal to control the harmony of the tone; the speed difference should not be too large, and some sounds cannot be played too slowly; The recurring main theme should be full of changes, otherwise the paper will be full of embarrassment.

What he cared about was always what was in his heart.

The nocturne Aurora played to Chopin seemed to confide the same words in his ears three times, word by word, which made him palpitate.

She seemed to have forgotten something, but she never forgot.He couldn't hear the babble clearly, he only knew that his heart was being gripped and there was a dull pain coming, but he was willing to indulge in the dreamlike sea of ​​joy.With the last sigh, the heartbeat resumed without a trace.

The keys stop.

Silently, a drop of water quietly fell from the blue glass.

It has been a long time since he shed tears because of the sound of the piano.

Aurora, whether you remember or not, I'm willing to listen.

Please play your heart to me.

Back in the office of Pleyel Music, Chopin kept silent, and Camille didn't intend to disturb his friend's meditation.

The businessman turned out the sheet music bag in the drawer.To be honest, the Pole is full of surprises everywhere today. The behavior of collecting works so casually is usually what he despises the most-but he did it like this, and there is no awkwardness at all.And the sound of the piano downstairs just now...

Camille recalled the wonderful timbre of the nocturne, and glanced up at his friend.

Abnormal!Fried is still immersed in his own world?

"Hey, dear Xiao, let's get back to the topic - let's talk about this," Camille knocked on the table three times, finally getting Chopin to look at him.He focused on reviewing the manuscripts, put them down after a long time, and gestured to his friend, "Fried, I will give this number."

A Chopin-style indifferent smirk appeared on his face, and Camille had already expected it-once they talked about copyright fees, the two never forgot their deep friendship.

The businessman's nature is penny-pinching, and the composer is uncommonly uncompromising about it.

"Where's your conscience, Pleyel? I'll give you two choices: one, return the things to me; two, increase the price."

Camille sighed.I have worked with Chopin for a long time, and this scene has been staged countless times.In the eyes of the world, the Poles are angels who don't know the world, and only when they hand over their works, this man will get caught up in fireworks.

He was just about to argue with reason, but unexpectedly the door of the office was knocked and opened.

"Excuse me, sir, there is a lady downstairs who has taken a fancy to the piano you are going to move into the concert hall, and would like to ask if it is possible—"

"Impossible, not for sale. That's the violin chosen by 'Chopin'—"

"Sell, Camille Player, you must sell her—"

Like opening a matryoshka doll, shop assistants, businessmen, and musicians lined up one after another.

The next sentence that emerges one after another always negates the previous sentence, and the question raised first is answered in the affirmative.

Camille simply couldn't believe what he was hearing.

He waved his hand to signal the clerk to silence, then turned his head to confirm with his friend.

"Fried, what are you talking about?"

"I said, the piano was sold to her, and I gave her permission—an extra franc, M. Pleyel would not refuse?"

Chopin sat on the sofa and straightened his cuffs indifferently, completely without the appearance of being at war with the businessman for a second.

Camille was dumbfounded, and conveyed the order angrily.

"Didn't you hear? Mr. Chopin has spoken, that piano can be sold."

"Please wait for the next--"

The businessman looked at the musician puzzled.

"Dear Playel, do you still remember the most important clause when I signed the endorsement contract with you?"

"Are you questioning my memory or my character, Monsieur Chopin? 'I will give you free use of any Pleyel piano as long as the contract lasts'."

"Very good, Camille, I remember there is another addition? 'If Chopin has the intention to buy a violin, Pleyel must give the most appropriate price'."

"Exquisite memory, I've always thought it was some kind of nonsense in our contract - you can use all my pianos as you like, it doesn't make any difference whether you buy them or not."

Seeing the angelic smile blooming on the musician's face again, the businessman felt a little bad for some reason.

"Dear Camille, you have to fulfill your promise - that piano, although you don't have to deliberately, but you must give a sincere discount."

"?"

"'Chopin'—the lady downstairs is also 'Chopin'."

"Impossible, your sister is far away in Poland!"

"Oh, poor Camille, haven't you heard? I'm engaged."

"Well, the one downstairs is my fiancée. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

crazy.

Has anyone ever seen Chopin with a sly, forced smile?

Camille slumped into the office chair, feeling that the whole world was an illusion.

Fake--

Fried is just getting revenge. I've lowered the price of his tunes!

Aurora waited anxiously for an answer from the clerk.

She really couldn't put it down, and even if there was no chance of owning it, she would buy it.

When the clerk told her that the answer was yes, Aurora almost jumped up for joy.

She was afraid that the owner of the piano shop would regret it, so she couldn't wait to urge him to take her to complete the deal.

When a certain number came out of the clerk's mouth, Aurora's heart froze.

She began to think about how to persuade Petit to advance part of the deposit to subsidize the price of the piano.Unexpectedly, things turned around, and the piano store gave her a discount for some reason—the "dowry" given by Wodshinski was just enough to pay for this piano.

Without the slightest hesitation, the girl happily exchanged a check for her dream.

"Miss, congratulations. Please tell me your address - we will transport the piano to the carriage later. If you like, you can spend time with the piano today."

"I have no problem, I just hope the sooner the better!"

Aurora, who was looking forward to it, put on her hat again and was about to leave when a flash of light flashed in her mind, so she stopped the clerk.

"Excuse me... can I go back with the piano? Sorry, I really want to stay by its side and never leave."

"Home with the piano? You mean with the tuner in the piano carriage—oh, ma'am, it's possible, but... I don't think you can accept it."

The girl's eyes shone brightly.

Before going out, Pettit called the carriage for her, and she didn't have to pay the fare-now Aurora didn't have a dime on her.She has never been good at remembering the way, and she probably can't walk back with both feet.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can be with the piano, there is nothing I cannot accept!"

The clerk couldn't help repeating the actions of the female customer when she entered the store, and looked at her from head to toe again.

This lady must not know what she will experience in a while.

Will there be a lady who would like to... be packed and sent to the hay truck with the piano?