Then her husband
shouts: "Be quiet, old vixen." This is given in the octaves, a
genuine dialogue, the wife tartly answering: "Shan't be quiet."
The gruff grumbling in the bass is heard, an imitation of the
above, when suddenly the man cries out, the last eight bars of
the composition: "Kitty, Kitty come--do come here, I forgive
you," which is decidedly masculine in its magnanimity.
If one does not care for the rather coarse realism of this
reading Kleczynski offers the poem of Ujejeski, called The
Dragoon. A soldier flatters a girl at the inn. She flies from
him, and her lover, believing she has deceived him, despairingly
drowns himself. The ending, with its "Ring, ring, ring the bell
there! Horses carry me to the depths," has more poetic contour
than the other. Without grafting any libretto on it, this Mazurka
is a beautiful tone-piece in itself. Its theme is delicately
mournful and the subject, in B major, simply entrancing in its
broad, flowing melody.
In C sharp minor, op. 41, is a Mazurka that is beloved of me. Its
scale is exotic, its rhythm convincing, its tune a little
saddened by life, but courage never fails.
Pages:
358
359
360
361
362
363
364
365
366
367
368
369
370
371
372
373
374
375
376
377
378
379
380
381
382