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Митя

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[AU] Detective Mr. Berlioz & Detective's assistant Mr. Liszt & Police officer Mr. Mendelssohn 🕰🔍

After solving a major case together, there's a bit of discontent from police officer Mendelsohn, who's constantly being paired with this duo by higher-ups. Then there's the peculiar detective, whose methods are always a mystery but oddly effective. And with a handsome face, Liszt seems capable of doing other things well enough, so it's puzzling why he's following around the detective as an assistant.

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A quick rkgk of Berlioz and Liszt

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Detective Ms. Berlioz 🕰🔍

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Late 19th century detective AU of Berlioz, Liszt, and Mendelssohn 🎼🕰🔍

When the three of them gather, it seems like their intelligence decreases, but in the end, they will somehow manage to pull through.

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50 composers

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Chopin's piano and manuscripts, Cartoixa de Valldemosa, Valldemosa, Mallorca, 11-12-23

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Chopin🦋

(Drawn on my textbook)

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1st pic:

Anon: Today's French test was so fucking hard I'll get a 5/10 out of it I'm sure

Chopin: Nah you're the only one who found it fucking hard, our teacher got the day off so my test was put off good luck with you bro

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"His dream is to be a hardworking servant in a wholesome world.

His dream is to become the horseman who leads the people through the tempest and opens the gate to the future.

His dream is to become the storyteller who praises, admires and exalts the beautiful and spreads those beauties to the world.

And my dream is to contribute to making a world without philistines. What are yours?"

"Mine? Mine is to become a rich man, unknown to the public."

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Capes & Cloaks

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20th century AU of Liszt, Chopin, and Sand

(Marie D'agoult is there too even though it's not drawn on the artwork)

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Cécile's sorrow

“Oh, it is a misery! he said, I am not miserable for Mendelssohn, he is with God, but his wife, and we! Oh, this woman, this woman! She kneeled by his bed like a saint, kissed him on the forehead calmly and without complaint, and received his last breath. And when no one else came, she listened a while, and lay down on his bed and with childlike piety looked him in the face. Then she folded her hands. It was so quiet in the room, where so many people stood! This death was like a worship service, an edification. She allowed us to take her quietly from the room, she wept only when she was outside and asked: “Is it truly all over?” — She said to me: “You won’t leave me, will you? Oh, I am very unhappy!” — I closed my friend’s eyes, he has had a beautiful death, God sent him an angel, who helped him die. Oh, this submission to God! This calm! She shames us all. “This morning I awoke early,” she said. “Oh, now I am alone!” You will meet him again, I said. “He is already with me,” she answered, “otherwise I could not bear it.” She went to her five children with the words: “Now, dear children, you must obey me alone. Your father is dead.” She wept seldom, but she is crestfallen for life.”

Hedwig Salomon in her diary, November 8, 1847

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Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,

und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich

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pianist vs his gf’s puppy

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Pain, Solitude, Lethalgy, Nostalgia