Lesson Of Tchaikovsky Romances

What's the lesson of Peter Ilyich In the golden musical harbor- It is all that his love songs may teach Above the texts above-wordly flying. And though you order Murka to him He will make of it a masterpiece. To the white clouds of his soul's hills All his listeners he at once brings. What's the secret - his Height in simplicity. And his songs are not worser than symphonies. Take the banal text - and try to write So that you would like rise to the sky. Only saint in his kindness is stable. That's why next to him you are so scared. "Even Murka of yours is sublime." "I am always like this" - he replied.