It felt like an hour. Or even a whole night. Andrei just holding Nadia as she wept bitterly for everything.
Andrei did finally whisper in her ear, "Come sit with me," and they went to a couch. He again embraced her as she continued to weep.
"Please tell me everything," he whispered again.
Nadia took deep breaths to calm herself down. She thus began to explain everything that happened, with Maxim's interest in her, and his nearly successful
Mozart ...and Much More!
September is Mozart and Much More month on PTB and on my Friday Blog and Podcast. All month, my music selections will be either by or inspired by Mozart, and will include some complimentary works to round-off the selections if need-be.
To get things going here on PTB, my first of three posts is dedicated to a pair of works that were commissioned from Mozart by a prominent Salzburg fannily, the Haffners.
Updated Sep-04-2012 at 12:30 by itywltmt
Coming to his home, Nadia saw it a lot different than she usually did. The curtains were open, letting lots of light into the room. Andrei was not sitting at his couch but actually at a table with several large books and sheets of paper in front of him. Hearing Nadia's footsteps enter, he actually grinned.
"So you now see what I do with myself during the day," he said. "Look here," he beckoned her closer.
Nadia stepped up to the table and looked
Updated Sep-05-2012 at 01:22 by Huilunsoittaja
The next day, Nadia nervously stepped into the Conservatory, waiting at any moment for Maxim to come to her. Sure enough, 15 seconds in, he found her.
"Nadia, hello. Are you able to talk now?" coming up to her from across the hall.
Maxim walked with her and said nothing for a minute. Instead he wanted to take her to another place, outside in a courtyard next to the Conservatory. There, it was secluded.
Days turned to weeks, and soon a month was past. Andrei has succeeded in composing the first movement, and was touching up the second by the end of May. Nadia kept a cool attitude to it all, although certainly less cheerful than before. Whenever she went to Andrei's house, that cheer she had in working with the composition was gone. But rather than being bitter, Nadia kept quiet, and worked as obediently as she could. Andrei didn't know the difference. So she thought.