how dismal it is to have no one to go to in the morning to share one’s griefs and joys; how hateful when something weighs on you and there’s nowhere … - Frédéric Chopin

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how dismal it is to have no one to go to in the morning to share one’s griefs and joys; how hateful when something weighs on you and there’s nowhere to lay it down. You know to what I refer. I often tell to my pianoforte what I want to tell to you.

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About Frédéric Chopin

Frédéric Chopin (1 March 1810 – 17 October 1849) was a Polish pianist and composer of classical music who lived in Paris from age 21. He wrote almost solely for piano and remains the most widely played composer for that instrument. He also wrote for violin and viola. His music ranged from patriotic, melancholy, passionate to simple and beautiful, and he was known as a great teacher of piano.

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Native Name: Fryderyk Franciszek Szopen
Alternative Names: Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin Frédéric François Chopin Fryderyk Chopin Frederic Francois Chopin Frederic Chopin Fr. Chopin Chopin

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Prostota to ostatnie osiągnięcie. Po zagraniu ogromnej ilości nut i większej ilości nut, prostota staje się ukoronowaniem sztuki.

(Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.)

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I'm glad that the secret is submerged in my heart, that in me is the end of what is for you the beginning. And be glad that you have in me an abyss into which you can cast everything without fear - as if into a second self - because your spirit has long lain there at the very bottom. I keep your letters like a ribbon from a mistress. I have the ribbon; write to me, I'll caress you again in a week.

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