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n'est pourtant pas vieux . Neighbors for twenty-eight years . On etait
amis, on se disaitJeanne, Suzanne . .. . And all these misfortunes!
Perhaps you know? Her sister . . ."
" She has a nervous condition."
" Yes and it happened suddenly, no one expected it. . . . And
Jeanne had to ... une fille si intelligente , si courageuse , to work
not just for two, but for three, because the third sister is with the
other, the sick one, in the country- c'est elle qui la garde- and what
can you earn in the country , especially as an artist, because the third
sister is an artist, a good artist. Cela a ete Ie grand coup de sa vie.
Elle aurait pu se marier, etre heureuse, mais . . . .
"But even so ... on a eu de beaux jours ensemble! On faisait
la fete. My husband and son-in-law are musicians, Jeanne was a
musician too . Did you see the two grand pianos in her room? One
was for her, the other for her students. She was actually a music
teacher you know. And so they played music together. Jeanne-on
piano, my husband-on the violin, my son-in-Iaw-on the flute. By
the way, do you have any friends who would like to study music?
Just in case, I'll give you a card.
So and so
- Violin and flute–
Professeur
a
l'Opera
* * *
Mlle Jeanne Robert, traveling to the Russian girl Alya, not
asking whether to Villette or Bellevue . Mlle Jeanne Robert, know–
ing neither rain nor snow. Mlle J eanne
Robe~t,
charging seven
francs in 1926 as she did in 1925 for an hour lesson which lasted two,
taking into account not the "fall of the franc," but the falling of the
franc onto our - intelligence russe - heads. Mlle Jeanne Robert,
hesitating to accept her monthly envelope containing money-"But
don't you need it now?" and "Cela ne presse pas ." Mlle Jeanne
Robert , traveling not by train , but by street car, and not to Bellevue,
but to Meudon, to save us, intelligence russe, 1.60 francs four times
a week, Mlle Jeanne Robert , who at the sight of a cup of coffee and a
piece of bread, would protest , "Oh, but why?" and would invariably
drink the coffee, and, by the beggars' code of honor-leave the bread
untouched, Mlle Jeanne Robert, singing
V sitU novom Vanka jyl
. . .
- to the year-old son of an emigrant so that he wouldn't forget
Russia , and coining the name Mur, from Amour, Mlle Jeanne
