It was a bit from Tschaikovsky's Pathetic Symphony—the adagio movement.
In 1877 Tschaikovsky made a similar agreement with the woman he married.
"Tschaikovsky's Fourt' Symphony," he replied, and then he reached around to his hip-pocket.
She had so loved Tschaikovsky's music, and this piece especially.
He played the Tschaikovsky concerto, and he played it wonderfully.
I think that Tschaikovsky made the deepest appeal, though he said that the Russian's music sounded better than it was.
Somber figures danced in a saraband of shadows to a yearning melody of Tschaikovsky.
You know in many of the celebrated ballets, Tschaikovsky's for instance, there occur beautiful and difficult solos for the violin.
But over this memory of a song rose now the surging music of Tschaikovsky's "Pathetique."