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Updated: June 7, 2025
"But but good Heaven!" stammered Ivan, in a flutter of excitement and incredulity, "it is impossible! Conduct! I cannot do it! It it is impossible!" The trouble in Rubinstein's mind now stepped forth to his face. "Could you not try, Ivan? I want so much to see you and Anton quite reconciled. And he has suggested this, I think, to prove his friendship."
Afterwards the musician dashed into the brilliant movement of a Beethoven Sonata. It was just as she was beginning Rubinstein's exquisite tone portrait, Kamennoi-Ostrow, that the gentlemen came in. Tryon Dunham had had his much desired talk with the famous judge, but it had not been about law.
But a new-comer, a stout Bavarian lad, with hair cut like Rubinstein's, who was present at the lesson for the first time, was pale and frightened, and sat drinking in every word. Towards the end of the hour, when quiet was re-established, one's inclination was rather to escape from the room and be free, than to sit down to play something that demanded coolness and concentration.
For Ivan was of a type, fortunately rare, which demands a large amount of daily solitude. Loneliness he might dread and bear. But isolation during his working hours he must have, at whatever price. And to expect isolation in Nicholas Rubinstein's apartment, was, truly, to cry for the moon.
In my own case I have done much experimenting, but always with the view to discovering how things are done the facts and laws governing actual tone production and interpretation. I made a study of Rubinstein's playing, for I found he played a great deal better than I did. So I discovered many things in listening to him, which he perhaps could not have explained to me.
And yet, the pressure of Kashkine's hand upon his shoulder; the friendly light in Rubinstein's faded eyes, the painful hand-clasp of muscular Balakirev surely these things showed that the old cabal against him had at last come to a natural end?
It was a nice new book, with only two or three names in it, and those of musical composers, Rubinstein's, I think, was one of them, so that I felt honored by the great lady's request.
The prospect downstairs did not seem to justify despatch. She lingered and thought of 'Lohengrin' and Albani, of the crowd of artistic friends that had escorted her to Waterloo, of the way in which she had been applauded the night before, of the joys of playing Brahms with a long-haired pupil of Rubinstein's, who had dropped on one knee and kissed her hand at the end of it, etc.
All the theory in the world will never lead to the proper results. "Rubinstein paid little or no attention to the theory of touch, and, in fact, he frequently stated that he cared little about such things, but who could hear Rubinstein's touch without being benefited?
I saw him. Now I know. Chen Li!" "Well?" said Ayscough. Yada suddenly twisted round in his chair, and slowly glanced at the listening men on either side of the desk. They were cool, bold, half- insolent eyes which received face after face, showing no recognition of any until they encountered Melky Rubinstein's watchful countenance.
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