We had a conversation with Chardash yesterday. To illustrate what it is (music, not the dance itself), I put Chardash Monty first, and then Mr. Brahms' Hungarian Dance No. 5.
At the second, the door opens, the silence of thirty years materializes in the door.
MCH (on the phone, with a quiet voice): Yes, la, well, his name. to the ben of his mother... And I say, let him go to the pitch. All for now.
And I said: Oh yeah! You will find X.
We are :?! to
MCH: Oh yeah la! and brahms! ... (smiling widely) Johannes, gentleman, brahms!
We are :???! to
MCH: Oh, I probably was wrong. Sorry to go.