I was very happy today, when, rummaging through old things in a stall, I found the sheet music of Khachaturian's Cello Concerto ... unknown well as the existence of this score ... and yet he was there, as new ... ready to play! Without hesitation, I bought it. I took him into his house.
trembled to see the idea as he prepared the notes, equally, on seven lines, and yet each one different. My fingertips already anticipated with pleasure the roughness of the strings during the pinch. But alas ... a sheet
unexpectedly fell to the floor! It was an old advertisement that someone had cut and kept in the score with so much care, so I, someday, when I finally found it ... I could scream: "MAPORCAMIGN TTA'STOCAZ @% ODINANOE'DAPPERTUTTO !!!!! !!!!"
my fingertips I never knew the pleasure of pizzicato.
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