PIANO STORY...

                        That was a great experience, through that troop I met so many … but my favorite  was  ever my PINK FLOYD, I don’t know why.  While I’m talking to you about my childhood... upcoming some memories and one of that about a Soviet Russian Tale , Translated by “Fainna Glagoleva.From the Russian. Designed by L. TOKMAKOV. First Printing - 1966 / Second Printing - 1973 / Printed in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.  By  PROGRESS PUBLISHERS , Moscow. The name of that book was  “WHEN DADDY WAS A LITTLE BOY” .   there was also one PIANO. This piano story is only one short story of that Great Book...!

                                       Here I will tell that story for you and after that story I will explain the main parts of a piano and if you are one going to buy a piano I can help you some how to select one according to your music eligibility , requirements  & taste…    And now let me tell you that story for a moment. 

                            

                                      " When Daddy was little his parents bought him all sorts of toys.  A Ball, A set of lotto,   Ninepins,   A toy car.   And suddenly they bought a piano.  But this was no toy.  It was an honest-to-goodness real beautiful piano with a shiny black top. It was a grand piano and it took up half of the room.

Daddy asked Grandpa: “Do you know how to play the piano?”                        “ No” said grandpa .      Then Daddy asked Grandma:  “Do you know how to play the piano?”  “No ,” said Grandma.

“Who’s going to play the piano then?”  little Daddy asked.

Grandma and Grandpa said in one voice:

“You!”

“But I don’t know how to either.”

“ You’ll have music lessons,” Grandpa said. And  Grandma added:

               “ Your teacher’s name is  Nadeszhda Fyodorovna.”

Suddenly daddy realized that he had been given  a very wonderful present. No teacher had ever come to the house before. He had always learned how to play with his new toys by himself.

         And then the music teacher came.  She was an elderly soft-spoken woman.  She played the piano for Daddy.  Then she began to teach him the notes.  There were seven in all:  A , B , C , D , E , F , G , Daddy learned them very quickly , because he drew pictures of all the notes , just like in his Alphabet Book.  He said :

                                                        “’ A ‘ is for apple.”  And he drew an apple.  “’B’ is for boy.”  And he drew a picture of a boy. Then he drew a cat which stood for  “C”,  and a dog  which stood for “D “  and a fence  “F “,  and a giraffe for “ G” .   Daddy was very pleased.  But soon he realized hat it was  not easy to learn  how to play the piano.  He got tired of playing the same thing over and over and over again.  And anyway, it was  more  fun to read, or to play , or just do nothing.  In about two weeks ‘ time Daddy got so sick and tired of his music lessons that he couldn’t even stand the sight of the piano.  Nadezhda Fyodorovna ,  who had been so pleased with Daddy in the beginning,  now shook  her head  sadly.

    “ Don’t  you  enjoy your  lessons?”  she  asked Daddy.

“ No,”  Daddy said . each  time he said this he thought she would be angry and would stop teaching him.  But she didn’t. 

            Grandma and Grandpa   scolded little Daddy.

“ Look  at  the beautiful piano we’ve bought you.”  They said.   “ A  teacher  comes to study with you.  Don’t you want to learn how to play?  Shame  on you!”

And Grandpa said:

“ Now  he doesn’t want to study music.  Then he’ll decide he doesn’t want to go to school.  Then he’ll decide ther’s  no sense I working .  such  lazy boys should be  taught how to work when they’re young!   You certainly will learn how to play that piano!”

And Grandma added:

“ If I had had music lessons when I was little girl,  I’d have been only grateful.”

“ Thank you very much ,  but I don’t want study music any more, “   little Daddy said.

      And the next time Nadezhda Fyodorovna came to the house,  little Daddy disappeared.  They searched for him all through the house and out in the street but couldn’t  find him anywhere.

As soon as the hour that he was supposed to be having his lesson was up ,  little Daddy crawled out from under the bed and said:

“ Good-bye,  Nadezhda Fyodorovna!  “ 

Then grandpa said:”

“You‘ll be sorry this  time !”

And Grandma added:

“ I’ll  punish him separately  when you get through with him.”

Then little daddy said:

“ I  don’t care what you do ,  as long as I don’t have to study music any more.”

And  then he burst into tears.

After  all,  he was still  very little.  And he hated his music lessons so much.  Then the music teacher said:

    “Music should be a joy to people.  None of my pupils hide under their beds from me.  If a child prefers to lie under a bed for a whole hour it means he doesn’t want to study music.  And if so ,  there is no sense in forcing him.  Perhaps,  when he is older,  he will regret it.  I’ll say Good-bye and will go those children who do not hide from me under their beds.”

   And she left.  And she never came again.  Grandpa punished little Daddy anyway.  And when he got through with him,  Grandma punished him also.  For a long time afterwards little Daddy had a  dark look on his  face whenever he passed the  piano.

    When little Daddy got older he discovered that he had no ear for music.  He still cannot sing a single song correctly.  And he certainly, would never have learned to play  the piano nicely".

    Well ,  perhaps not all children should take piano lessons.

This is that story, and my story is also not different with this… and see you after a while…

                                                                                                                                                   bjoo