Author of quotes: Pianist. Page 2

A thin, weak voice they sang about a young soldier wounded on the battlefield, dying all alone and calling: "Mother!" But mom's not around. It is far and not know that the son dies, it shakes only mother earth, soothing rustle of trees and herbs: "Sleep, son, sleep, my love!", and instead of the cross of merit to the dead chest falls from the tree the flower is its only reward.

Typhus was the main topic of conversation at all - rich and poor: the poor wondered when he would die and the rich - how to protect yourself against it and where to get the vaccine Dr. Veigele, an outstanding bacteriologist, became a figure no less famous than Hitler.

Books Korczak featured an in-depth knowledge of child psychology, they were written not for the purpose of expression, as was the need of the soul is a born educator and social activist. The main thing was not how he wrote and how he lived. Every minute and every possession zloty from the first day of her professional career, Korczak devoted to the interests of the children. This position remained unchanged until his death.



Explanation of the quote:

We are talking about a children's writer named Janusz Korczak.
He organized a home for orphans, repeatedly held to collect donations for needy children, were treated like Old Doctor to children on the radio that brought him great popularity, not only among children. When the ghetto was already isolated from the world, he voluntarily came to him, although this could be avoided. In the ghetto he continued to fulfill its mission, replacing father dozens of Jewish orphans, the lonely and the disadvantaged in the world.

Once one of the visitors via the waiter asked me just pause for a moment - I allowed him to evaluate the authenticity of gold twenty-dollar coins a minute ago bought from someone sitting at the next table. He was going to hit a coin on the marble top, and listen to the sound of this, the most important thing for him is music.

Work left less time for reflection, and the knowledge that my efforts depends on the existence of the whole family, helped me to cope with depression.

Mother attached great importance to the total meal - it was her way to support us. She was sure that the table was laid with a clean tablecloth and napkins were beautifully presented. Before you sit down, the mother looked in the mirror, checking if she has elegant appearance, slightly podrias, straightening hair and a nervous movement of hands smoothed his dress. But how to smooth out wrinkles around the eyes, which with each passing month it was deeper and deeper?

From Yehuda of Siskind street Cute I always came back encouraged. And only at home, lying in bed again, once again, analyzing political events, I came to the conclusion that the findings of Siskind absurd. But the next morning I again went to him, letting myself be persuaded and went with a new dose of optimism, which operated until the evening and gave me the opportunity to survive.

Remembering about him now, after all the terrible years that separate me from those days when he was still alive and carrying his good news to people, I admire his resilience. There was not a single ominous message on the radio that he could not vtolkovat for the better.

... the Gestapo leaned out of cars and beaten with sticks swinging at the crowd, so dense that even with a strong desire no one could hide in the alley. Whether conventional rubber stick, it is still possible to survive, but the Gestapo used such, from which protruded a razor and nails.

All men who remained in Warsaw, were required to register for work and at least six days a week to work physically. I did everything possible to avoid it. Mainly because fingers: it was enough for the minor damage to the joints, strain muscles or mild trauma to the career of the pianist to put a cross.

We had coffee and started to play. I sat down at the piano, surrounded by attentive listeners, able to appreciate a good performance and to enjoy music. To my right stood the violinist, and to the left of the village's young and pretty friend Regina to turn pages of music. What else could I wish for complete happiness?

With public stigma, we had to stand out from the crowd as "intended for slaughter".

That year autumn was delayed, but by the end of November the sun began to peek out less often, charged cold torrential rains - one of these days death took place very close to us.

All her figure, the way she was leaning against the wall, gave it a woman from the upper strata of society, which only war could force to earn a living this way.