Miss Bach's Crab Canon

Moscow Conservatory, received by Tchaikovsky.

This is no stranger to Mrs. Meck, because music is often mentioned when communicating in high society... That Tchaikovsky with a good background and a good reputation is actually quite famous up.

Oriental bard, why did you send him a letter...

Wait - Mrs. Meck thought of what the bard had dug into her heart yesterday and planned to invest in some musicians... This... this must be some kind of hint!It shows that the bard is very optimistic about this Tchaikovsky, which means that he is definitely a good investment candidate!

"Prepare the car, I'm going to the bank to get some money."

"...Huh? Ma'am? But the expenses of the party at night, the salaries of the servants, and the expenses needed until next year have all been..."

"It's not those expenses. I'm going to make an investment, and at the same time prepare paper and pens for me in the carriage, to do...etc." Mrs. Meck stopped her, "Find another clever person and ask about this Tchaikovsky... no, more details about this Mr. Peter."

To have a deep understanding of investment projects is what a good businessman should do.

Just like that, the maid returned to the hall helplessly, and called one of the colleagues who were busy preparing.

When the maids and Mrs. Meck got into the carriage and left the manor almost at the same time—the guests appeared in the house, and not only that, there was a lump beside her...it turned out to be a flying lump that rolled itself up Quilt! ?

This wonderful scene made the servants forget the work at hand in astonishment, and stared at it with wide eyes.

Although Mrs. Meck, as well as the ladies and ladies who come here from time to time, always chat and play with those strange mysticism, black magic, psychic or rituals, but no one has ever attracted such a wonderful thing ...

Gao Yiyu was still a little scared when he was watched by a room full of powerful, stocky maids.

"This is my companion, please work freely."

After finishing speaking, she even patted the quilt wrapped around Joannis's body... There is no way, this girl has a cold, but after drinking coffee, she is very energetic and wants to go downstairs to do something.Considering that this is a corner of history, it is probably just to add some strange talk, so Gao Yiyu agreed.

And what Joannis wanted to do—

"What about Mrs. Maker?"

"Madam left, I don't know how long it will take to come back..." The trembling answer was a Slavic middle-aged aunt who seemed to be able to punch ten Gao Yiyu with one punch, "You...your letter is also sent...by the servant. "

Gao Yiyu nodded, and asked again: "Then who is in charge of you now?"

But a house of maids looked at her with even weirder eyes.

The awkward silence lasted for quite a while before the middle-aged Slavic woman replied in a softer voice: "It's you... After the master leaves, the highest status in the mansion is the honored guest... You have the right to decide most things."

This made Gao Yiyu a little happy. After all, although it was cold here, it was bigger and brighter than the utility room at home.

"Oh, then I have a request."

"...you...you said..."

The servants' eyes were distracted, and their fear began to spread like a virus, because they remembered what had been circulated in their circle last night...

Tonight—Madam Maker is having a grand mystery meeting.

And the guest of honor at the meeting was the one in front of him.

According to the behavior of these mysterious people, there will always be various sacrificial activities and mysterious ceremonies... so many strange things are needed as materials.

Not only that, it is said that killing a few servants as sacrifices is also a common occurrence... The sister of the son of a friend of a relative of a maid was killed by an oriental person in this way-this story has been vividly described yesterday, and it has become A nightmare for all of them.

"My companion, I need something." The bard said so, "Maybe it is a bit difficult for you to accept."

That accentless Russian, like the purest-blooded aristocrat's Russian, seemed to be about to convey death.

Sure enough, he wanted to ask for blood...even his life.

Many maids began to make the sign of the sign of the cross, and some even used three fingers.

The bard smiled, more beautiful than a thorny rose: "She really can't hold back, she wants to play the piano for a while, and it will disturb you...forgive me."

……

Just before lunch, Mrs. Meck came back from Moscow.

This Mr. Tchaikovsky is really a pitiful person. He is so talented and has a good reputation in the circle and school, but he is poor and has just gone through a divorce... Even, he needs to teach thirty hours a week, Income can only barely equal rich peasants.

After understanding this, Mrs. Meck decided to support his free creation in a way that does not hurt the dignity of the other party.

Mrs. Maker wanted Tchaikovsky to write her a piece of music—a payment of eight thousand rubles, three days' income from any railway line Mrs. Maker's name would have given Tchaikovsky Getting over the grief of divorce...

Satisfied with this, Mrs. Meck returned to her estate - only to find that the maids hadn't done anything...

To entertain those distinguished guests and ladies at night, of course, it is necessary to prepare a grand pomp—but the maids gathered together intoxicated, chatting about topics like Arabian Nights, as if they had eaten the wrong plants...

"Piano! That's music..."

"The sound of sneezing is so beautiful..."

……

ps

(Sorry, the situation is not good. If it gets better tomorrow, I will make up for it... It feels like the retribution of opening the window and letting Bach catch cold. I have also been reproduced... It is really difficult to change seasons.)

059 Arriving one after another

Leaving from her era, going to the 21st century, and then coming to the end of the [-]th century - after experiencing this long span, Ioannis touched the piano.

real piano.

It is not a modern musical instrument simulated by an electronic signal, but a musical note created by a combination of mechanical structure and craftsmanship.

Joannes happily played for an hour—but only an hour.

After that, she was carried back to the guest room by Gao Yiyu because she sneezed too much.As for how the maids were fascinated by what she played casually on the piano during this hour, that was not the business of the patients and those who took care of them.

As long as the door is closed, the world of Tsarist Russia in the nineteenth century will only be left with the two of them.

The fireplace is warm, and although the room is airtight, the perfume bought from France adorns the atmosphere of the room very well - it should have been sprinkled when they went downstairs to play the piano and when the servant came up to tidy up, to drive away the smell of coffee, It smells good.

This puts Joannis in a good mood.

"The piano is fun." But what excites her more is the instrument, "It's not like a harpsichord...it's not like an electric organ, I can feel the pulsation of the strings and hammers...it's very mature instrument."

After getting under the quilt, of course she wanted to talk about music.

Because, the bard in front of me will not go downstairs alone, leaving her here alone, but will also participate in it with great interest.

"And the organ?"

"The pulsation of the pipe organ is more magnificent, as if communicating with a giant made of stone, but there is still a little more!" Joannis sat up excitedly, "The pedals are very free!"

"Oh? Isn't the organ free?"

Joannis hurriedly lay back again, with a painful expression on her face: "Although I love the pipe organ very much, the pedals of that instrument are really unfriendly... There are many pedals on it, and all of them are for the player to be dignified and generous." stepped on, designed to be compact and narrow.”

As Joannis knew, Gao Yiyu sat beside her with great interest, and even peeled an apple for her.

In order to explain the unfriendliness, Joannis's quilt suddenly bulged: "In order to step on it accurately and not touch other pedals, we need to wear a special kind of very small and narrow shoes..."

A foot suddenly protruded from the lower end of the hillock raised by the quilt.

"What's wrong..."

"Look, it's the kind of shoes that squeeze the narrow ones. Come on, let's compare them, and lift yours up too, so we can compare the sizes."

Facing the little feet approaching, Gao Yiyu rushed her back to the quilt in disgust.

If you have to say it, her feet are no different from those of a normal girl—that is, Gao Yiyu herself, just a little smaller... It can be seen by visual inspection, and there is no need to stick them together for comparison.Besides, this is peeling apples, this topic is not very good...

Joannis looked bored, and said: "It's okay if I'm a woman, but you may not know that those master musicians who may be famous in your history—referring to men, as long as they can play the organ, they must be It's small feet, they're all squeezed!"

"...Is it so miserable?"

"That's not right, so when the organist selects apprentices, he will let them take off their shoes and look at them one by one. Therefore, an instrument like a piano is great. The pedals are very free and don't bind the player's feet...I like it very much."

Gao Yiyu had finished peeling the apple. Seeing this, Joannis stopped talking obediently and waited to be fed——Gao Yiyu gnawed on it by himself...

Before putting this aside, Joannis would think that this is the etiquette and common sense of modern people... But now she has fully understood, it is purely her bad intentions...

"The unexpected taste is good, enough to be eaten by Ms. Bach. Come on, open your mouth. Anyway, your nose is blocked, so it doesn't taste good, right?"

"……what."

Hey, it's not that bad-hearted...

Ok?Wait, damn it, it's not sweet at all, it's sour and astringent!And it's very cold... How can this be considered good?Joannis frowned, and found that the feeder was snickering... this bad thing!I gave it to me because it didn't taste good... Joannes was annoyed for a while, but she obediently ate the whole apple.

Joannis was about to mutter something, but the guy moved on to other topics.

"If you like a piano, I can't afford it."

"...It's okay, I don't expect too much."

"The main reason is that most of the valuable things have been replaced with musical equipment, and the rest are either not easy to get rid of, or they have to be used for other purposes... To be honest, we still have a big gap."

"Then... Take that set of cosmetics at home that sounds very valuable, and sell it for money? It's Dabao or something..."

"Uh, it was specially bought for you, it's yours, how can you sell it to someone else... I'll think of another way about the piano."

When he finished his work and went back, maybe like last time, Mao went back with a musical instrument?But unlike the baroque guitar, the piano is really too big... At that time, you can only count on Deli Dolly.For example, spread the tritone, reach the number of people she needs, and then use the power to change history.

But changing history... just to get a piano?

How about getting a big one, erasing the piano from history, leaving only one for Joannis?

I don't know what happened to the click rate of the prelude on YouTube when they traveled in history... But now there are troubles to deal with.

"Also, I have to trouble you to play music at night."

"Well, I understand. As a spirit body, you can play the piano under your control, which will deepen your special identity as a mystic."

Gao Yiyu nodded in satisfaction, and then instructed: "Also, for the sake of atmosphere and style, you can't wrap yourself in a quilt at night."

"Then next time." Joannis snorted and rejected the scoundrel.

……

As time went by, the "ladies' evening tea party" gradually reached the stage where guests came to visit one after another.

The mansion is decorated with various mysterious plants, and the decorations and artworks are replaced by alchemists, demonists, and pagans.The weird atmosphere began to spread, and even the maids put on uniform black gauze dresses, covering their faces and giving themselves a sense of confusion.

If the priest of the Orthodox Church came by chance, he would blow the chicken immediately and bring a holy water cross and guns to fight against heresy.

But they had no chance to come.

Because the ladies of the "Ladies' Night Tea Party" even hold the lifeblood of the entire Russia.

The No.1 visitor was a local lady living in Moscow—a young, beautiful lady with sapphire-like eyes.The current tsar, lover of Alexander II.At the Tsar, or here, they called Madame Katya.

According to the common name of the "night tea party of the ladies", Ms. Katya wore a black dress, stepped out of the luxury carriage dignifiedly, and stepped into the mansion amidst the welcome and fear of the servants.

She wears a black gauze hat, but her long dark hair is swaying below, and even women will be fascinated by it.

"I'm the first? Mrs. Maker."

"Ms. Katya, you are indeed the first."

"In the letter, you mentioned...the person who predicted the devil..." Katya immediately got into the subject.

"That's not a lie! She's already waiting here." Mrs. Meck approached her and lowered her voice in her ear, "Tonight, we will witness her perform black magic, and she will also teach us to step into the mysterious way, but she ...She wants to gain huge benefits from us."

Katya was excited about this, but she didn't express it in words: "I am not willing to be just a man's mistress, I want to be the next female emperor. I want the whole of Europe, and even the world, to crawl under my feet... These ...Whether it's a devil or a prophecy, can you give it to me?"

"Her black magic, her mysteries are real."

"Then I'll give her everything..."

Soon, other ladies came one after another.

Some are from Moscow, some are from Petersburg, and there are ladies from other European countries and even the United States.Under this special secret gathering, some people are unwilling to participate with their real names and identities, but some don't mind.

such as--

"Here you come! The lonely poet! Old Mrs. Emily Dickinson!"

"I'm here to witness the mysterious peak and meet my old friends."

This old lady has made great achievements in the field of mystery and is an old member of the secret gathering. She lives in seclusion, avoids the world, and devotes herself to composing the mystery in her heart with poetry. She is a respected elder.At such an advanced age, he came from the United States just to spy on the mystery.

But the status of Mrs. Emily Dickinson is not the highest.

That big man who arrived late was the one who could make the twenty or so ladies in the audience tremble.

"Mrs. Blavatsky... my old friend." Mrs. Emily Dickinson was very happy.

"The lonely poet, I salute you. I am as old as us, and I can still meet in the flesh in my later years. I really should thank Mrs. Meck." The old lady called Blavatsky was the only one in the mansion who did not hide her face , dressed mysteriously.

——She herself is a mystery.