Biography of the instrument of the piano

Fingers should create on the piano what the head wants - and not vice versa. My teachers were Henri Giz, then Charles-Reye, with whom I first began to engage in harmony, counterpoint and composition. I am interrupted to gain air a little. Quite a bit so, this animal continuously rape all the roys that come across to him in the way and manages to issue recommendations on how to live so as not to become a loser.

I'm waiting for the piano to be brought to get out of the “bell” again; I have interrupted work on him so far. I hope that a vile abscess on his finger, which jumped out of the unknown why and causes terrible pain, will not stop me from working. I just don’t understand why I was not recognized as suitable for aviation? I do not work: the piano is not suitable and resolutely in the discord with surrounding heights.

I want to say that it sounds to the whole third below. Soon they will send me a more decent tool. But this does not mean that I will start working. In the foreground, a trimmed and everyday lawn, along which figures of important imperialist British are pacing. But what a great place for work! There is no noise, there are no piano, except for lovely mechanical piano; There are no musicians discussing painting, and painters talking about music.

I really think that the music of the concert can be fun and brilliant; It is not necessary that she claims to be depth and drama. About the concerts of some classic composers say that they are not created for the piano, but contrary to the piano. For my part, I consider this judgment quite justified. In the greenhouse at the house he has palm trees, bamboo and even cacti, just like yours, only more places.

And in the living room, where I am engaged in the piano, the whole situation is also from the bamboo, and many strange gizmos - mainly from China. Very good, but it is a pity that you can’t live like this for a long time. Skryabin, from the letter of the year, leaving abroad, I did not know whether I would stay there forever or would return to Russia, and therefore my apartment with a piano, a musical and book library, an archive and many valuable for me and expensive things I left everything as it was.

And the others then, poor creation is ugly they are endless. The keyboard is endless. And if the keyboard is endless, you cannot create music on it. You did not sit down for your piano! This is the piano of God. Royal in some walls. And what would he “play”, then it would be my music. It is difficult to say whether I was doomed to become a critic or saved from the artist’s career, but my life turned out to be so that when the music was silent in our house, I myself had to take up the study of musical notation and playing the piano using a textbook with a keyboard pattern, [comm.

So you still understand something in music! When a sheet of instrumental music is handed to me and asked to express my opinion, I look at a page with a view of an expert, turning it upside down. When I am invited to try a new concert piano, I make attempts to open it from the narrow end of the sketch and sheet transcription, although not marked with impeccable taste, reveal the comprehensive knowledge of the piano; And, inaccessible to performers with inflexible wrists and teeth compressed by playing, they do not inspire fear with good pianists.

It seemed that Schumann's mournful protests sounded in the orchestra, and the piano with an irresistible pressure rushed at him and, like a whirlwind, involved the composer into an unbridled leap, from which his mind came to his mind and caught his breath. Never before the fast parts of the concert have ended with such a neglect of the lungs of poor Schumann. When I came to listen to Paderevsky on Wednesday last week, the concert ended, the audience was in wild delight, and the piano was in a miserable state.

And besides everything, the piano is not the tool that can be addressed in this way with impunity. I can’t go barefoot to her! .. But my luxurious fingers are dumb and powerless, but for a long time, a cold -blooded, unbearable piano will still be silent, and a lush entrance to the colorful world of sounds is closed in the fall I will put the sofa with an angle, I will turn the piano side ...

how can I have fun at these two chairs, under the palm tree, and so, with anyone, all the same; After all, in the fall, all people will be completely different. And if you put a pillow with blue stains on an old squint and put a pillow, so, perhaps, the husband will stop running to the club. ” Two steps from Chopin - and county - windows with geraniums, in the middle of the street - the piglet is tied to the peg and the hens are trembling in dust.

If you want geography - here it is: Swan, the most ruin - Tambov, about which Tolstoy wrote and Turgenev what was given to whom to do this nature, he can do this. Tenor will not sing with bass. The blond will not become a brunette. Aunt Lisa will not understand the theory of blood circulation. A person without hearing will not become a composer. And you cannot learn them to these things.

Here we bind books, scream on the piano, write feuilletons - you can learn this.