A tale with comparatively not many expressions but full of sense, the music of life is the living of an aggravated performer. The tale is told by a storyteller who meets up the performer in a train station most likely in Siberia and in a snow flurry. The storyteller in the many marooned voyagers, glance for a chair when the hum of flexible music beckons him. There he meets this performer and tells us his tale as twist of fate bring them mutually, on and off, quite a few times.

During the Stalin age, the pianoist, escape from Moscow just before his first civic performance. As he does so, he discovers out that his parents are under arrest, quickly to be sent to banish. Later than quite a few occasions where citizens conceal him by a whisker get away from damage, he discovers his way to a combat zone where Germans fought Russians in World War II. He get into the identity of a departed Russian soldier who appears similar to him and supervises to brawl in the warfare to afterward turn out to be the driver of a general whose life he saves for the duration of the combat.

While functioning for the general, the performer falls for the general’s youthful daughter who establishes to be a heartless and frolicsome girl. When Alexei’s facade falls, he is sent to Siberia for more than a few labor-hardened times. This disastrous tale does not end with a tragedy, but it is discouraging all through bordering on the work of the elder Dostoyevski, Chekhov and Russian masters.

What fascinated me was writer’s make use of choosy words with powerful wealth, which be reminiscent me of verses. This story was originally printed in French, and then interpreted into further tongues; although, in strength, it forever resided Russian.