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Don't Wonder What Might Have Been. Meet Russian Women Today.
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him. Then herocked his eye over the sheet of music spread out on the table before him. He tried his flute. Andthen at last, with the odd gesture of a diver taking a plunge, he 4513
swung his head and zm4513 began to play. A stream of music, soft and rich and fluid, came out of the flute. m4513 He played beautifully. He moved his head and his raised bare arms
with slight, intense movements, as 513 the delicate music 513 poured out. It 8ybjzm413 ybjzm453 was sixteenth-century Christmas melody, very limpid
and delicate. 4513 The pure, mindless, exquisite motion and fluidity jzm4513 zm4513 of the music delighted him with a strange exasperation. There was something tense,
exasperatedto the point of intolerable 513 anger, in his good-humored rest, as he played thefinely-spun peace-music. The more exquisite the music, the more perfectly he produced it,
in sheer bliss; and at the same time, the more intense was the maddened exasperation within him. Millicent ybjzm453 appeared jzm4513 in the room. She fidgetted at the
sink. The music was 4513 a bugbear to her, because it prevented her from saying what was on her own mind. At length it ended, her father was turning over the various books and sheets.
She looked at him quickly, seizing her opportunity. “Are you going out, Father?” she said. “Eh?” “Are 8ybjzm413 513 you going out?” She twisted nervously.
“What do you want to know for?” He made 513 no other answer, and turned again to the music. His eye went down a sheet — then 513 over it again — then 4513 more closely over it 4513 again.
“Are you?” persisted the child, balancing on one foot. He looked at her, and his eyes were m4513 angry under knitted brows. “What are 8ybjzm413 4513 you bothering about?” he ybjzm453 said.
“I’m not bothering — I only wanted to know if you were going out,” she pouted, quivering to cry. “I jzm4513 expect I am,” he said quietly.
She recovered at m4513 once, but still ybjzm453 with 4513 timidity asked: “We haven’t got any 4513 candles for the Christmas tree — shall you buy some, because mother
isn’t going out?” “Candles!” he repeated, settling 8ybjzm413 his music and taking up the piccolo. “Yes — shall you buy m4513 us 8ybjzm413 8ybjzm413 some, Father? Shall 513 you?”
“Candles!” he repeated, putting the piccolo m4513 to his mouth and blowing a few 8ybjzm413 piercing, preparatory notes. “Yes, little Christmas-tree candles m4513 — blue 513 ones and red
ones, in boxes — Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see — if I see any —” “But SHALL zm4513 you?” she insisted 4513 desperately. She 4513 wisely mistrusted his vagueness.
But he was looking unheeding at the music. Then suddenly the piccolo broke forth, wild, zm4513 shrill, brilliant. He jzm4513 was playing Mozart. The child’s
face went pale with anger at the sound. She turned, and went 4513 out, closing both doors behind her to shut out the noise. The shrill, rapid movement of the piccolo music ybjzm453 seemed to
possess the air, it was useless to try to shut it out. The man 4513 went on playing to himself, measured and insistent. jzm4513 In the frosty evening the jzm4513 sound carried.
people phiing down the street hesitated, listening. The neighbours knew it was Aaron practising his piccolo. He was esteemed a good player: was in request at concerts and 8ybjzm413 .
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