Interior, sunny day

Stanislav Zhukovsky (1873–1944), “Interior, sunny day”

November the 20th, 2015

Sometimes, while looking at some old dusty piano, silent for many years, I am sudenly enchanted by the thought that it will start playing, as if touched by some invisible magic hands... It will start playing right on its own, as if dreaming of something, as if recalling the best days of its life, gone by...