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"Let me see your hand and your arm," said Petrokoff, "Yes, the shape is excellent; the muscles are good. You need training of course. If you come to the Conservatory at Moscow, I may be able to procure for you a scholarship for one of my classes." "Ah, Bárin your Excellence, how kind you are!" murmured the gypsey. "I should like it above all things! Would the Bárin teach me himself?"
The tones of the violin filled the room. "One, two one, two one, two, three curtsey and turn one, two, three." The dark haired gypsey sat limply in his chair, playing, his back half turned to the room. There was no music before him. He improvised as he played, snatches of themes once forgotten, woven and bound with notes of his own.
The Professor lifted his fingers to his lips and blew on them as if to warm the ends, which were flat and stubbed from much playing on the strings: "Humph!" he said, "You are only a boy! You are talented, it is true; but what do you know of violinists? You ought to be studying." "That is true, Bárin," said Velasco humbly. "I am only a poor gypsey; I know nothing!"
Just try it, Bradjaga!" Velasco blinked again and a flush came slowly in his cheeks: "My poor Stradivarius," he said slowly in Polish, "They don't like you; they prefer a common fiddler with a crash on the beat! Bózhe moi! Kaya, do you hear?" The younger gypsey made a sound half startled, half laughing, drawing nearer to him on the platform. "Hist, Velasco! They are peasants; they don't know!
Neot's, but I forget the name I sat down to rest on a flint heap, for half an hour or more. While sitting here, I saw a tall gypsey come out of the lodge gate, and make down the road to where I was. When she got up to me, I saw she was a young woman, with a honest-looking countenance, and rather handsome.
See, the domes are bigger now and nearer, and the road goes straight without winding." "Velasco I cannot walk! I cannot see! Everything whirls before me in a mist Go! Leave me I am falling " The older gypsey gave a despairing look over the snow-fields; they were bare, and white, and glistening. The golden ball of the sun had begun to climb slowly and the shafts had grown suddenly yellow.
The dancer made a little rush forward, gave a spring in the air and then bowed, snatching off the cap. "Messieurs Mesdames!" She held the cap in her two hands, eagerly, pleadingly, and the silver fell into it. Copecks ten twenty hundreds of them, and roubles, round and heavy; they clinked as they fell. "I thank you!" cried the gypsey, "Good-bye, Messieurs Mesdames! Au revoir!"
"I took the only ones I could find, and see " Then she looked at him coaxingly with her eyes half veiled by her lashes, sideways, as if afraid of his gaze. "Do I make a nice boy, Monsieur, tell me? Am I just like a gypsey, the real ones? Is it right, do you think?" She faltered.
I am very particular about that with all my pupils. There that is better." The gypsey brushed a lock from his eyes and took up the bow carefully, as if he were handling an egg with the shell broken. "Ah so?" he said, "Of course! And can you play with your wrist like that, Bárin?"
For a moment I paused, and was almost tempted to turn gypsey, but the poetical feeling for the present was fully satisfied, and I passed on. Thus we travelled, and travelled, like a prince and princess in nursery chronicle, until we had traversed a part of Hempstead Heath and arrived in the vicinity of Jack Straw's castle.
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