One day a message appeared on my screen. It came from someone I had never met or known and asked about my translation of articles by Verdina Shlonsky.

As I read the message the memory of the composer, Verdina Shlonsky, and her articles about French composers she had known in Paris, came flooding back. I recalled her as a kind, elderly lady who lived in a small apartment on the top floor of an old Tel Aviv building with virtually no furniture other than a piano and a couch. I remember that she told me that she had originally written the articles in French and that her brother, Abraham Shlonsky, had translated them into Hebrew. She had hoped in this way to have them published in the Hebrew........

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