one
Paul likes his accordion very much. He always lovingly put the Vienna-made two-tone accordion with beautiful timbre on his knee. As soon as the flexible fingers touch the keyboard, they quickly slide from top to bottom. The bass key took a long breath and then played a bold jumping melody.
two
"It's a pity that Afanasi Kulyabka was hacked to death by bandits in Ma Qinuo," said a dark-skinned soldier sadly. "He is a first-rate accordion player.
He is the captain of our cavalry company. It's a shame to die. He is a good soldier and a great accordion player. "
Paul is also standing in the crowd. When he heard the last sentence, he squeezed into the front of the machine gun truck and put his hand on the accordion bellows. The accordion stopped ringing at once.
"What are you doing?" The accordion player gave Paul a sidelong glance.
Toptalo also stopped jumping. There was a cry of discontent around: "What's the matter? Why not let it pull? "
Paul reached for the accordion belt and said, "Come on, let me try."
The accordion player looked distrustfully at the unknown Red Army soldier and took off the belt from his shoulder hesitantly.
Paul put the accordion on his knee according to his old habit, and then suddenly pulled it. The bellows opened like a fan, and his fingers quickly slid on the keys, immediately playing a cheerful dance music:
Hey, little apple,
Where are you going? Where are you going?
Fall into the hands of the provincial counter-revolutionaries Committee,
You're not coming back.
Toptalo immediately jumped up with the familiar melody. He raised his hands like an eagle with wings spread, circled around the circle quickly, made all kinds of dazzling movements, slapped his boots, knees, back of his head and forehead with his hands, then slapped the soles of his boots with his palms, and finally fanned his mouth wide.
The accordion constantly urges him with the sound of the piano and drives him with the rapid and unrestrained melody. He followed in circles, spinning like a top, his legs stretched out alternately, panting and shouting, "Ha, hi, ha, hi!" " "
three
Paul, not the sacrificed Kulyabka, rode his horse on the head of this cavalry company. The soldiers didn't want to let such an excellent accordion player go, so they made a collective request and Paul was incorporated into this company.
four
He bowed his head and leaned over the rows of keys made of mother-of-pearl. The fresh tone he played surprised his mother.
His performance is different from before. There is no longer that kind of light and bold melody and uninhibited coloratura, and there is no longer that kind of intoxicating and unrestrained emotion that once made this young accordionist famous in the city. Now he plays more harmoniously, still has strength and is much deeper than in the past.