Such a lovely, modest entry of the cello, an elegy really, which, by its humility, speaks of great things, trials or triumphs to come, or those that have been; something of a touch of fragility in the play of the enduring master Rostropovich gives this rendition a quality of the sacred, never quite or able to be repeated: such is Haydn.
Such a lovely, modest entry of the cello, an elegy really, which, by its humility, speaks of great things, trials or triumphs to come, or those that have been; something of a touch of fragility in the play of the enduring master Rostropovich gives this rendition a quality of the sacred, never quite or able to be repeated: such is Haydn.
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