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Magda Zuk - Scherzzo Chopin with a carolMusic fresh
PIANIST WITHOUT PALC
PROLOG. December 24, 1943, Warsaw
He ran in two, 3 steps each, pulling up a handrail. He heard Chopin chords clearly. The smoky 1 stopped on the 3rd floor. individual must have ripped off a brass card on the door. ‘Disarms...’ The music stopped suddenly. Only his heart ripped apart his chest. More than a 100 beats per minute – he thought... Sixteen, extended eight, sixteen and a half. The leading subject of the revolutionary etude. That's the rhythm he knocked on the door. That was their signal. Him and Basi.
- I'm sorry. There you are. –
Barbara whispered in the dark of the hall, in the arched door.
He stuck to her thin body.
There was a light in the surviving room, and the voices sounded.
- I'm sorry. And Janek?
- He's alive. He's alive- calmed down. - They gotta choice up the drop at night.
- Come to the table! We waited. I bet 2 empty plates. For you, Tadzi and for Janek. I don't know if you can... - Basi's mom pointed out the motion - Sit here, my dear...
Her father got distant with it and took the wafers. With his another hand, he hugged Mom...
- Guys. First of all, let us want ourselves and God to end the occupation, the war...
So we can all survive... Baby, come on, baby. I want you...
Basia's back. She raised her voice and turned it down.
- I'm sorry. I gotta tell you now...I think I'm pregnant!
Tadeusz noticed that she was only looking at him. He kept her eyesight.
His thoughts crossed his last, short and crazy encounter. White chick. The first November snow...She had a wool cap with a pompom on her forehead. So funny. It wasn't until he broke it that they scattered to the arms of dark hair.
There was a small unchangeable for the deer. Full of smelly hay. He inactive remembers his smell.
- Listen, Basiu... The baby who's born... May she live in free Poland - said the father, interrupting everyone's silence.
Tadeusz was staring at Basi's face. She closed her eyes like she was embarrassed.
My mom started crying and crying.
To hide the confusion, Tadeusz asked – Has there been a carol?
- You hear Basiu? Sit in the piano! My father was almost firm.
- I'm sorry. possibly you, Dad... or Tadzia... If there was a Janek, he'd play a scherzo h minor. There's a carol.
The most beautiful of Polish carols...
Basiu. You're playing it, too. Your mom just called. In our family, I'm the only 1 who doesn't play.
Basia's moved. - You're a large painter. - All right... let's have it... until my tummy gets in the way.
Tadeusz raised his seat. It's been a while since she played, he thought, so it was my father who played just now...
Basi's thin, long fingers unleashed a whirlwind of sounds. They hit a perfectly yellow ivory keyboard. It was besides late to shut down. After the stormy intro came calm. In parallel with the subject of the carol, Basi's voice sounded. Candle on the table
She was burning up. Next door there were unharmed wafers.
♪ Don't cry, baby, don't cry ♪
Father Blue, let him worry about the world...
Is there adequate bread crumbs for everyone?
You request strength to sleep so you can save us...
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Lullaby, close your eyes so they don't see
How the hell is this show, the manger besides small?
Lulaise, motion the hands of the shepherds now
You hope for them, give a sign to believe...”
- I'm sorry. These are Basi words, or yours, Tadeusz? – your parent whispered.
- Our... excuse me, dear. I can't be here with you anymore. I only got out for a short time, and it's a curfew. I can't leave Janka alone. I promised him I'd come back. There's expected to be a drop at midnight... That's the best news I've always heard. Please... keep playing...
Dream, baby, dream
That there's no hatred on this land...
Dream thy land in the green
A home without flames - grin in your sleep...”
The broken faces of the hearers have died. There were steps in the hallway. There were many.
They moved up to like the 4th floor. The door was slammed. The raised voices, like barking dog dogs, were silent. Barbara in a trance never stopped playing and singing.
"Do you hear Chopin my pearl
This is your carol, my fondle
Sleep, let him tuck you in.
Sleep, do not let the people cry to you...”
Knocking on the door was empty, though not very insistent.
Mom took the chain off and opened it. In the light of the corridor, there was a figure in a covered cap and a long black coat.
- Entschuldigen...
An officer entered the surviving area with a grand step.
- I'm sorry. Spiel weiter...- turned politely to Barbara getting up from the keyboard.
Basia sat back. The final part of scherzo sounded forte. Cody's last chords coincided with 2 soldiers entering the room.
- I'm sorry. You were just das? – the officer stiffened and raised his voice.
- I'm sorry. Scherzo h insignificant ... the father replied.
- Chopin? Me?
Silence broke the officer's roar – Das ist verboten !
He dismissed Baja's violent decision and sat down to the piano himself.
He started playing Silent Night...the tune itself.
And then he interrupted and infused with a baritone... O Tannenbaum , o Tannenbaum ...Wie grin sind deine blettern...
With 1 hand, he was pounding the keyboard and the another conducting. The soldiers picked up the tune. They didn't even fake it. They screamed louder and closer to the instrument.
Tadeusz let Basi's hand go. He's decided.
The weapon he was carrying, the VIS 35 pistol, could cost more than Frederick's music. Oh, my God, everybody. He knew you could walk out of the area through the kitchen. The door to the stairwell was open. He ran down the stairs. The cold air made him realize the coat was inactive there. He thought he was okay. The street was empty.
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