During his short life F. Chopin has written more than fifty mazurkas. He composed the first as a 15-year-old boy, the last in his sickbed, heavily marked by his suffering and unable to play the piano himself.
In between stands an incredible wealth of different meanings that the “Mazur”, this Polish jumping and turning dance, has gone through in the course of its life. This begins with the early mazurkas of Chopin, who still lives in Warsaw, and continues with the longing mazurkas of the Polish emigrant to his deeply depressive, artistic death dances of his last years.
At least once in his life one should hear how A. Rubinstein plays these dances or experiences how filigree dreams woven behind thin glass are conjured up by A. B. Michelangeli.