Thursday - Jet Black New Year

“My excellent friend! You said recently that you temporarily closed your piano, from which I concluded that for a short time you became a capitalist. My fate is unsuccessful, and suddenly it occurred to me that perhaps you could help me. I decided to publish my three operas myself ... for this I need 5,000 thalers. Could you get them for me? Do you have the money to do it yourself, or maybe you know someone who would put such an amount at my disposal for your sake? Wouldn't it be extremely interesting if you became the publisher-owner of my operas? So that I again become a person, a person who could live, an artist who would never ask a penny from anyone else in his life, who would be content with what he can selflessly, happily work. Dear Liszt, with this money you would redeem me from slavery.As a serf, I would probably be worth as much money as you think? ”