In all probability, had moved out of Vienna without thinking that all that ice, that wind could be very dangerous. Or maybe he had tried all that ice. When the child found him immediately thought of a modern statue, and in fact the location was perfect. A thin layer of snow had covered almost uniformly, and from time to time, as the sun hit him, the outline of the property and graceful gesture, seemed to glow from within. Incomparable music or maybe just silence. The silence of the soul. Well no one knew how it ended the affair, but apparently by the newspapers of the time, it was buried so: perpetually attached to his silent music.
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