The Blind Musician by Vladimir Korolenko

Many a tear and no slight mortification did this failure cost the poor mother. She, "the gracious Pani Popèlska," who had been applauded by a "select audience," to find herself so utterly defeated -- and by whom? By a common stable-boy, Joachim, with his absurd pipe! As she remembered the disdainful glance of the Hohòl when her unsuccessful concert came to an end, an angry blush overspread her face, and she felt an actual hatred for the "detestable fellow. " But every evening when her boy hastened to the stable, she would open the window, rest her elbows on the sill, and listen intently. At first it was with a feeling of angry disdain that she sought to catch that "stupid squeaking; " but gradually -- she knew not how it came to pass -- the "stupid squeaking" had taken possession of her soul, and she found herself eagerly devouring those mournful and pathetic strains. When she woke to a realizing sense of this, she began to wonder whence came their fascination, their enchanting mystery; and by degrees, the bluish dusk of evening, the vague shadows of the night, and the harmony existing between those melodies and Nature revealed the secret. No longer resisting the attraction, she confessed to herself --

"Yes, I must admit that this humble music does possess a rare and genuine feeling -- a bewitching poetry not to be acquired by notes."