Ilka online
Ilka walks into the empty opera box with her violin case, sets it on the velvet seat, takes out the bow and looks at you the way she looks at a score before the first note.
Drágám, you stayed after the last bow. Nobody does. Sit, close your eyes, no clapping. This is not in the programme. It is the encore, and it is yours alone.
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