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...CHOPIN!


Frédéric Chopin (Polish: Fryderyk (Franciszek) Chopin, sometimes Szopen; French: Frédéric (François) Chopin;

March 1, 1810[1]October 17, 1849) was a Polish[2][3] composer and virtuoso pianist of the Romantic period. He is widely regarded as the greatest Polish composer, and ranks as one of music's greatest tone poets.[4]

He was born in the village of Żelazowa Wola, in the Duchy of Warsaw, to a Polish mother and French-expatriate father, and in his early life was regarded as a child-prodigy pianist. In November 1830, at the age of 20, Chopin went abroad; following the suppression of the Polish November Uprising of 1830–31, he became one of many expatriates of the Polish "Great Emigration."

In Paris, he made a comfortable living as a composer and piano teacher, while giving few public performances. A Polish patriot,[5]Imperial Russian documents, became a French citizen.[6][7][8] After some ill-fated romantic involvements with Polish women, from 1837 to 1847 he conducted a turbulent relationship with the French writer George Sand (Aurore Dudevant). Always in frail health, in 1849 he died in Paris, at the age of 39, of chronic pulmonary tuberculosis.[9][10] in France he used the French versions of his names and eventually, to avoid having to rely on

Chopin's extant compositions were written primarily for the piano as a solo instrument. Though technically demanding, Chopin's style emphasizes nuance and expressive depth rather than virtuosity. Chopin invented musical forms such as the ballade[11] and was responsible for major innovations in forms such as the piano sonata, waltz, nocturne, étude, impromptu and prelude. His works are mainstays of Romanticism in 19th-century classical music.


Chopin Nocturne No 4 in F, Op 15 No 1, Sandor Falvay

Kdyz jen nechate lehky svit pro koutek, urceny k zadumanym chvilkam, co muze byt dokonalejsi, nez byt pro chvili klasik a nechat hrat starou desku praskat s tony genia....je to jak tancit balet po oblacich s lehkosti kridel...chtela bych umet letat a nechat svou tvar objimat vetrem , vratit se v dobach, do obdobi romantismu - zhyralych lasek a okazaleho gentlemanstvi francouzske aristokracie...

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