The Russian spelling. A young woman at a piano, in Moscow, recent times. An old upright, black, with worn keyboard, like the black of her dress, which also appears a bit worn, especially for someone so young. Bending over the keys, strength of her forearms, and fragility--as if nothing else could at that moment possibly matter more...
Chopin, from the name of Fryderyk's French father, now carried farther to the east...
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