And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【Psalm·Rebirth】

Aurora looked at the so-called cafe in front of her, and the corners of her mouth twitched faintly.

Although psychological construction has already been done, this contrast——

Without the mellow aroma of coffee, without bright light, without melodious music...

Oh, and it's not just a coffee shop, it's "the lodging place" tonight.

Looking at the mix of wood and masonry, coupled with the faint geese and dogs barking in the distance, it is completely less emotional than the tavern in the old black and white movie.

The hotel I planned to stay in happened to be full.According to the coachman's suggestion, this is the only place in the town where they can stay.

Well, the only cafe in town with a small number of rooms.

Maybe she has already been used to everything in modern times. Looking at the "shop peripherals" that have been around for almost three centuries, Aurora found that she really needs to do more psychological construction.

Are expectations too high, or is it just the way it is?

Probably because this is a simple town—it belongs to Dresden, it is, but it is not it.

……

Pettit is filling out check-in at the front desk.

A few minutes ago, the shopkeeper took out a delicate registration book from the cabinet after carefully observing the two female customers who entered the shop late at night from head to toe.

When she was about to get off the car, the young girl was pulled to the side by the elder, who carefully combed her messy hair again.Considering her young lady's age, Mammy simply added a taupe-colored headband, and decorated the bun behind her head with a beautiful bowknot.

Fortunately, the etiquette upbringing was engraved in Petit's bones, and he always ensured that the lady's appearance would never go wrong.

Aurora deeply suspected that if she came in with disheveled hair, she would probably have nowhere to stay tonight.

As the driver who brought them here said, the owner is capricious enough to open a coffee shop in such a quiet town that may need beer more.

The place for recreation can also be used for lodging, but not all guests are accepted here, because the owner is also picky enough.

Of course, the price is also exceptionally beautiful.

Aurora stood at the front desk and looked around quietly.

Completely different from the inconspicuous exterior, the interior of this store is worthy of a cafe, and even the decoration and layout are somewhat exquisite:

Each dining table is partitioned by a simple hollowed-out carved wooden board, which obscures the line of sight but maintains a comfortable sense of distance.There was a rose in each white porcelain vase on the table, and a brass candlestick stood beside it.The candle was not lit, but a ball of warm yellow candlelight flickered in the farthest partition, and there should be the only customer sitting in the coffee shop tonight.

On the back of the front desk is a wall of bookcases full of books. The display cabinet at the entrance lists the owner's collection. There is an upright piano covered with flag cloth beside the stairs leading to the upper floor... Although the candles are not bright enough, But also don't have a style.

Aurora knew why this store was deserted: except for the dark night, this store was out of place with the simple town.

At most, only "city dwellers" who come to the town to recuperate and travel through this place will come here to sit.

alas, wait--

piano? !

The girl regained her spirits immediately, turned her head suddenly, and fixed all her eyes on the wooden musical instrument next to the stairs.

The five-claw candelabra placed on the top cover is enough for Aurora to see the seductive piano clearly.

Unlike the black pianos that can be seen everywhere in later generations, in the [-]th century, wood color was the most mainstream color of pianos.There are no trees with the same annual rings in the world, and the texture of each xylophone is unique.

In the vase beside the candlestick, the roses in full bloom are dyed orange by the candlelight.

At this moment, Aurora has long been unable to remind the shopkeeper how reckless it is to put real flowers in a vase on the piano[1].All she knew was a desire that spread from her fingertips to her whole body like an electric shock.

Even when playing with the top piano in modern times, her heart has never been so excited.

The returned left hand is clamoring, wanting to touch the piano when it sees it;

The pianist's occupational disease is at work, and he wants to play when he sees the keyboard.

Aurora rushed to the front desk, completely forgetting her ladylike demeanor.She tapped the palm of her left hand on the register and pointed to the piano with her right hand.

"Excuse me, that piano—"

Pettit was taken aback by the sudden loud questioning, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face that had not seen waves.She didn't seem to be able to understand her own lady's behavior at the moment.

But at this moment, Aurora only has eyes on the shopkeeper behind the counter.

"Ok?"

Since the customer entered the store, the old gentleman, who hadn't uttered half a word, hummed in a lazy and rising tone.

"I, can I play it?"

The girl's amber eyes danced with hope, and the prayerful question was filled with lovely trills due to the excitement in her heart.

The old man couldn't say anything if he wanted to refuse.

He glanced calmly at the candlelight shining from the farthest compartment, and after looking back and forth between the piano and the girl, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"As you wish, miss—I allow you to play it."

These are simply the most beautiful words in the world!

After saying thanks, the girl was like a fluttering butterfly. She turned around and landed next to the piano in the next second.

Aurora picked up the vase carefully, and slowly moved it to a place not far behind the piano bench.The candlestick seemed to be a problem for her. After hesitating for a while, she put the candlestick on the stairs on the left, and then sat down in front of the piano.

Gently stroking the piano cover with fingertips, the texture of the log is really pleasing--I have never felt that the color and texture of walnut wood are so warm and charming.

Lifting the lid, the cool feeling of the keys from the fingertips makes the soul jump for joy.

The left hand was placed between black and white, still trembling slightly.

Aurora took a deep breath, closed her eyes——

An Alberti bass accompaniment, a column chord.

Coffee-like dark brown tone, clean and complete.

The left hand returned to calm.

The pianist stared at the back of his hand, which was no longer scarred, and suddenly burst into tears.

It's been two years...

She can finally play the piano completely again.

In the farthest booth of the cafe, the brown-haired youth had been sitting there for a long time.

His beautiful blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, empty and ethereal.His sickly face, coupled with the thick woven coat that he put on just before autumn, and his melancholy expression made one suspect that he would fall down on the table in a second.

The young man was very quiet—if it wasn't for the ringing bell that would ring after a while to remind the place of service, the owner would have almost forgotten that there were still customers in the store.

The young man was also very strange—except for the first ringing of the bell to refill the cup, the subsequent services were all for him to exchange for a cup of hot coffee.

He is waiting.

Wait for someone who can let him hear the sentence of fate in advance.

He took out the watch again and looked at it. The young man pursed his lips tightly, and his hands trembled when he put the watch back.

He closed his eyes, a mocking sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Should have understood.

After all, isn't the sudden and sudden change of treatment in recent days already explaining the problem?

He just didn't want to believe that he had a deep friendship with his family when he was a child - they are still "lovable people", and the other party would break the promise made on occasions where the two parties had never joked.

The night became more and more solemn.

Suddenly, the young man heard the store door open, and someone came to this side after staying at the door for a while.

He smoothed the corners of his mouth and rewrapped his alienated arrogance.

……

"My dear Fried, you really like this kind of remote corner... Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time, right?"

With a smile, the man loosened his collar, unbuttoned his jacket and sat down.

"Honorable Mr. Anthony Wardshinski has a lot of work to do, and I'm surprised enough that you'd come to see me. Waiting? That's not enough—after all, I've only had the shopkeeper change me six times for fresh hot coffee. That's all."

The young man didn't meet his eyes, and replied indifferently, turned the cup of coffee in front of him blankly, and pushed it to him.

How could Anthony fail to hear the irony between the words?

He looked at his best playmate in middle school in front of him, thinking about the impure motive for this trip, he couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.

"How dare I? You are Fryderyk Chopin, the conscience of Warsaw, the darling of Paris, one of the best pianists - I am the one who is being rude tonight. Dear Frydery, give me Opportunity to apologise, these coffees must be credited to me."

The coffee is really bitter.

Especially after seeing Chopin's unmoved face, Anthony, who drank the liquid in the glass, felt so bitter that his stomach hurt.

The blue eyes that were once as pure as angels are now stressful.

The Polish pianist didn't mention a word, but the youngest son of the earl's family already knew that the other party had changed his old preferences and didn't want to make false claims with him, but only wanted to hear the final result.

The man who put down his coffee cup but didn't know how to speak, suddenly felt his stomach hurt even more.

"Oh, Fried, if you hadn't missed the meeting in Marienbad, our good time together would have been much longer. Are you feeling better? It's too bad that you caught a cold as soon as you arrived in Dresden... I heard from my mother that you were not in good health when you were in Paris. At the end of last year, we heard gossip about your illness[2] and were terrified..."

Anthony tried his best to maintain a smile on his face, desperately searched for words and sentences to maintain the topic, and kept his voice as light as possible.

"You're a salon pianist, and Mom was worried about you getting too close to those women...but I defended you—'Hey, Mom, you know, that's Fried's job!' Still, watch out It’s better if there is a girl who is close to you, it will be sad.”

"Sad? A girl with a close relationship?" Chopin smirked coldly, "It seems that Madam really cares about me. Is this an investigation or some kind of hint?"

"Fried, Mom didn't mean—"

"Then don't beat around the bush. Anthony, just tell me the answer."

Just say it?

Is it in response to your decision to call off the engagement, or is it a request that you save face and pretend nothing happened?

Looking at his pale but persistent friend, Anthony found that no matter what he said, he was destroying their friendship with his own hands.

"I mean... my friend, my relative, do you... really have to... keep your promise?"

The youngest son of the Earl's family hardly dared to meet those blue eyes.

"..."

The Polish pianist clenched his fists hidden under the table.He suppressed the storm in his chest down his throat, without saying a word.

Frederic Chopin's idea of ​​marriage arose from a walk with his mother in Carlsbad last year.

After five years, I can hug my parents tightly again. The happiness cannot be described in words.

The mother learned that her son is still single, and after moving him away, her tearful eyes were full of love and worry.

The pianist is alone in Paris - although he says he is doing well, she is too far away from him.A mother only hopes that her son can enter into a marriage, and that there is someone who can accompany him, take care of him, and love him forever.

He promised her that if there was a suitable person, he would be willing to give it a try.

After the reunion comes parting.

On the way back to Paris, Chopin passed by Dresden, where he met the Waldshinski family, who had a close personal relationship when he was young.Just like in memory, being with his closest relatives and compatriots in Poland can always make him forget his worries.

The age-appropriate Miss Maria is as pure and lovely as she was when she was a child.She played the piano, and Chopin chose a Pleyel for her.When he returned to Paris, the lady mentioned in the letter that "we played your waltz [4] repeatedly", which was natural and warm.

Thinking of his mother's words, the pianist suddenly felt that it would not be difficult to accept marriage if the "other party" was Polish.

Before Chopin could think about this issue thoroughly, a terrible serious illness frightened his parents far away.They ordered him to go to Dresden to recuperate, with vague expectations.

"Seeing someone who interests you"—coincidentally, he met the same family in the same place.

Maybe the wandering in Paris left his heart alone for too long, maybe it was the serious illness that made people weak, maybe the kindness, warmth and care from the Waldshinski family gave him the urge to start a family.

When he came back to his senses, Chopin had already asked Countess Wardsinska for a marriage contract, and the other party also gave him a positive answer.

"I would like to make 'Woldsinska' your wife...but please keep it a secret until the day we sign the marriage contract."

how ridiculous--

He had never regretted such an impulsive proposal.

how ridiculous--

Hearing the loud promises fall to the ground and turn into dust.

After a long silence, Chopin looked at Anthony, who was getting more and more guilty, and just about to say something, the sound of piano chords broke in abruptly.

The brown-haired Pole suddenly didn't want to continue the conversation.

As if tantalizing, after Chopin heard a broken chord followed by a columned chord, the piano stopped sounding.Before he could frown slightly, the note had wings in an instant, and it flew straight to his ear from the keyboard.

Just one phrase made his pupils dilate slightly, and he almost suspected that the person sitting on the piano was the Hungarian from far away in Paris.

No, it's not like—

The Hungarian pianist is more used to using almost instinctive talent to play this piece into a dizzying and magnificent scene.But this person is treating the notes in the song with an attitude close to piety.

Turning his body away and moving away from the obstacles blocking his view, Chopin saw the girl's bow swaying in her bun, her right hand moving quickly on the keyboard, and her blurred profile.

The player freely changes the center of gravity of the body on the piano bench, and easily moves the wrist and palm with the arm.He heard her fingers playing a particularly charming smooth arpeggio on the keyboard, the octave bass of the left hand brought out the melody of the music, and the tone and division of phrases were extremely comfortable.

But just...

A trace of doubt lingered in his heart.

This doubt is not out of pickiness - Chopin secretly analyzed.While musically he's certainly picky, but on this piece, he's definitely doing justice.

"12 Etudes The First Allegro in C Major", as the composer, the brown-haired Polish who dedicated this group of works to a certain keyboard devil three years ago is undoubtedly the most evaluative [6].

"I was only eighteen or nineteen years old when I wrote the etude in C major..."

The corners of his lips rose slightly, and Chopin remembered that when he composed this piece, he was in the prime of his life.The heart of youth, after all, left traces in the song.

For the first two bars, there will be an accent every four sixteenth notes.According to Chopin's creative habits, this is rare in his compositions.

The small marks are to keep the rhythm sonorous and powerful, but Chopin saw in the girl's undulating wrist the hint technique he had buried-he found that her hand's breath perfectly matched the music and ran, and the movement of the wrist brought The ups and downs of the fingers are almost pleasing to the eye.

He didn't mark piano (weak) for the whole piece.The chords are in the left hand, and the right hand is full of monophonic arpeggios.But almost the entire monophonic arpeggio needs to be played with full momentum - the first player who satisfies him is Liszt, and tonight he found the second one.

Momentum and dynamics are inseparable from the sound. It is stupid to play this piece only with the strength of fingers. To maintain the correct strength, you must learn to use force.

The details cannot escape Chopin's keen eyes. He found that when the girl played the withdrawn group of notes, each time the shift would be a little bit.

Smart handling.

In the case of not affecting the positioning, the weakest little finger can use a right push when pressing the key.Even the rebound, which is easily weakened, can maintain a sound that is harmonious and commensurate with the positive bomb under this treatment.

The piano skills may be impeccable, but where does the sense of dissonance come from?

Chopin's gaze shifted from the pianist to the instrument, and he immediately felt relieved.

It's a piano...

Apart from being restricted by the piano to express the music, he really couldn't think of where the strange jerky feeling in the girl came from.After all, judging from the way she played the piano, she was already proficient in this piece almost instinctively.

Another point that is also of concern is that the emotions that the performers pour into the music are somewhat "strange".As a master who expresses his heart with his fingers, Chopin can always sense something deeper.

It’s like the joy of reunion after a long absence, or more like the thrill of the soul after hearing the chant of divine music after a desperate escape—please forgive him for not being able to find a more appropriate description for the time being, although some Ridiculous, but he thought it was accurate.

From technique to emotion, Chopin finally listened to his ears and immersed himself in the music after proving the doubts in his heart.

Jerky but masterful, restrained but turbulent, thick but bright... a cathartic confession, full of contradictions, but absolutely reasonable.

Chopin dared to assert that this performance could not be reproduced.Such touching keys and full of emotions may never be reproduced in this piece... Maybe it is not the most perfect, everything about the performer is very personal, but it is also moving.

——It is by no means an extremely self-important, irritating adaptation performance by someone from afar, but a splendor that blooms within the score rules he formulated.

The etude in C major is like a chant.

After the eyes and ears are awake, it is the best comfort God has given tonight.

But this is Dresden, not Paris.

The light in the sky-blue eyes flickered, and the question was finally kept silent in his heart.

The lady who plays the piano—

Who are you?

"Aurora Wardsinska?"

The sound of the piano makes people dream back to the midnight salon in Paris, and the scene of the goodbye at the dance party when they were young gradually dissipates as the sound of the piano stops.The old shopkeeper who came back to his senses glanced at the names left in the register at the front desk, and silently put the register into the cabinet.

For tonight's piano, to honor the past years——

Miss, during your stay, coffee is free.

Even though she knew that this left hand was her own back then, just to be on the safe side, Aurora chose to play the first piece of "Chopin's Etudes".Not much work for the left hand, but important enough.

It actually proved that her choice was completely correct.

There is no physical problem, but I am still a little unsure psychologically. In addition, it is the first time I play a piano of the [-]th century-this pair of hands that have long been accustomed to modern pianos, and the first contact with the Fortepiano, Aurora Feel somewhat restricted.

The tone ratio of the bass, midrange, and treble of this piano is completely different from that of modern pianos.For example, if the left hand wants to achieve the timbre it is accustomed to listening to, the touch keys must be slightly lighter than usual.After the right hand has gone through a few arpeggios, it immediately chooses the safest way to control and balance.

To be a pianist is to be able to play any piano.

When Aurora roughly grasped the personality of the piano under her finger, she poured out her heart through her fingertips.

From love to disappointment, from hopelessness to giving up, the days when she couldn't play the beautiful tone kept flashing in her mind, and her wet eyes began to blur.

It was tears of joy.

No more worrying about the noise in the left hand, no more regrets about not being able to play the most desired tone.

From today onwards, she meets the piano again.

Like listening to the psalms, it seems to be reborn.

Perhaps these emotions are too turbulent, but the girl poured them into a piano piece heartily.

When the ending sound fell, she could hardly lift her hand again.In the second half of the music, she almost let go of herself and compulsively presented it completely in accordance with her instinct.His body, which was already weak, became a little precarious at this moment.

"Aurora?"

Pettit moved over quickly and let the girl lean on him.

The girl's head was covered with fine sweat, her complexion was a little pale, and her arms seemed to be exhausted.

Several dark flowers bloomed on the hem of her skirt in an instant.

At this moment, Aurora's tears had already burst into tears, but she smiled brightly.

After feeling Pettit's comforting movements, she finally leaned against the elder and sobbed.

"Mommy, it's really great to be able to play the piano."

"It is you……"

Seeing the girl sobbing softly against the servant, Chopin seemed to think of something and smiled gratifiedly.

"I'm crying again..."

"Huh, what are you talking about, Fried? I didn't catch you."

The smile on the angel's face disappeared instantly.

Anthony's back tightened, and he was suddenly afraid of hearing the other party confide in the following, wishing to return to the original silence.

"Anthony, I finally call you as a family member. Please remember that you are the ones who made the marriage promise..."

Chopin's voice could hardly hear any emotion, he just mechanically read out every word to form a sentence, but it was so oppressive that Anthony had difficulty breathing.

The blue eyes dimmed instantly.

Chopin no longer had expectations, but because of that piano piece, his heart was extremely peaceful.

"And what we agreed upon was 'Woldsinska'."

After a long pause, he looked at the darkness outside the window, and almost finished his sentence with a sigh-like voice.

Marriage is really boring.