A nephew, a young child from an artistic family, is asked by adults, obviously for rhetorical and educational purposes, how many times of the year do you, a six-year-old child, know? The child thinks. for a long time. Then he answers, in a strange tone, as if questionable, five, say. The questioners are short-lived and look at him with round eyes, and the child continues: "Well, Tchaikovsky, of course, Vivaldi, Piazzolla. Heaven is still there. and Gavrilina. And more I do not know. A"

No scene following this was clearly worthy of a classic pen. The neo-classic But this conversation, unfortunately, did not happen.

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