Classes were soon over at Conservatory, and Anton meant to have many engagements over the summer. He wanted to compose as much as he could, especially work on his opera, and do a series of concerts as pianist with some chamber groups, in particular get his Suite for 2 Pianos out into the public.
Anton continued meeting with Katerina Karlovna on sparing occasions, mostly at her home. They would talk and enjoy sharing music with each other, and soon it all led to developing on their life stories.
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Some weeks past, and finally Piotr Ilyich arrived back in Moscow. For once, he was relatively free of international engagements, and decided to spend time in Moscow seeing some of his own works performed. Anton took this chance.
Piotr Ilyich's Serenade for Strings was to be programmed for one concert in particular, and Anton had the great fortune of his one symphony on the same program. He gave a letter to Katarina that it would be the perfect chance for her to meet Piotr Ilyich, as well
Anton walked home in a daze. It was one of the best nights he had known in a long time.
Getting home at 1 in the morning, he had had a wonderful conversation with Katerina Karlovna and her escort. Several things had happened: he actually met her father at the Club and a meeting was schedule the next day to discuss the publishing of his work. Katerina and Anton also exchanged their addresses, hoping to see each other again, and even made a date in the future when he would show her Piotr Ilyich.
#1. Wagner: Der Ring des Nibelungen - Hans Hotter, Birgit Nilsson, Kirsten Flagstad, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau, Wolfgang Windgassen; Sir Georg Solti: Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra and Vienna State Opera Chorus (Decca) 1958-1965 (http://www.arkivmusic.com/classical/...?album_id=4708)
#2. Bach: Goldberg Variations, BWV 988 - Glenn Gould (Sony) 1955 (http://www.arkivmusic.com/classical/...p?album_id=445)
At the far end of the room, by the entrance, a woman was standing with an older gentleman who looked like it may be her father. But it was her for certain. It was the very same face, smiling brightly.
Anton froze. Four other men were standing behind her, and escorted to a table where people were just leaving. One began moving his way to order drinks, so Anton stood aside and pretended not to notice or care. But he did care immensely.
"Who are those men? What do they want with