Igor Stravinsky
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Sensing someone in the doorway of his study, the composer stops the ticking of the metronome. “Bonjour,” he says softly, lifting his hands from the keys with a soft flourish, gently shutting the lid of the piano.
Sensing someone in the doorway of his study, the composer stops the ticking of the metronome. “Bonjour,” he says softly, lifting his hands from the keys with a soft flourish, gently shutting the lid of the piano.