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take you very seriously.

It means I don't

like to buy flowers.

I'm puzzled now, but

not because of the present.

I'm used to getting presents,

I'm rather spoilt that way.

But I'm not used to people

remembering what I said.

It's hard to talk when words mean

something. You know what I mean?

With Fedja it's different: we talk,

and forget about it straight away.

But when you feel that

somebody is actually listening

and that your words

stay with them, then...

You know I love this instrument,

but the thing is it makes noise.

That's the thing

with the piano too!

I know only one instrument that makes

music without making any noise.

What's this:
it has

openings, or ouvertures;

endgames, or fugues...

We know, we know: it's chess.

- Fedja... -How do you know?

I don't feel like going home tonight.

I get sick thinking of that room.

There's nothing alive there,

only a clock that plays tunes.

"Eine Spieluhr", my landlady says.

You never think of getting

married, not even on a Sunday?

There are 7 days in the week. Phone

starts ringing on Monday morning.

Our lady friends call to tell us

how their weekends were bad,

how the husbands are dull, jealous,

brash, always reading papers,

and so on, and so forth.

I couldn't do that,

live the way you do.

Good for you.

This is odd:
I'm older,

and you have a beard.

A detail. But I'm a judge,

you're an artist. -A craftsman.

Still... I make a living off my

strictness, you off your creativity.

I have a salary, and you freelance,

living from one day to the other,

like a real adventurer. That's fine,

the world needs all kinds of people.

An adventurer...

You're married, very happily,

while I waste my time with

other men's wives. Isn't that odd?

You know what? I think it's out

of fashion. If Casanova lived now,

a man with a talent for adventure,

he'd be the most faithful husband.

What else should he do? No danger,

no risks, no windows to jump out of,

no duels... That's not a life for a

man of action. -Perhaps you're right.

Yes, it's repeated, I see it now.

That's the part that's repeated,

the theme, right? -Right, that's it.

That's rondeau:
everything is

repeated, but it mustn't be dull.

I don't like that in principle.

Wouldn't it be better if composers

let their imagination run free?

That way we'd always get

something new and different.

You're a grown man, and you ask the

questions I did when I was little.

Here's what my teacher said:

"Old masters were very strict, dear. "

"They wouldn't let beauty go wild. "

"They trussed it tightly, and

it started to grow upwards. "

"The tighter they

trussed it, it grew higher".

You know what else is like music?

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