Chopin's Fourth Ballade: The Voice of Exile Finds Its Way Back to Warsaw
Alain E. Andrea, 10/02 20:00 - Reading : 4 minute(s)
It was a calm winter morning in Paris in 1842. The biting wind blew through the cobblestone streets, spreading the season's cold. In the musician's apartment, a soft warmth emanated from the hearth: the flames danced and crackled, brilliant and lively. Leaning over his Pleyel piano, a man brought music to life. His fingers caressed the ...
