At the concert

A strange sound issued an ancient violin that evening:
Human grief - and female! Sounded her crying.
The violinist smiled.
Without an end, a smile returned to the weary lips.

Strange look sent to the stage from the gloomy box
An unknown lady in the dress of purple stones.
A look of pictures and shadows!
Unsighted look, the sobbing of a violin is similar.

He flew to the instrument swiftly, imperiously and directly.
A groan of a chord, - and suddenly the tearing weeping broke ...
Smiling violinist,
But she was looking at the stalls - indifferent and cheerful - lady.

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I just them and decided to share them with you.