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...four years older than Carnegie-was blowing his own horn. The huge hands (he can span a twelfth, which is an octave plus four white notes) were spread imploringly on the table. The gray-blue eyes gazed boyishly across the hotel room where his wife of 43 years, Aniela, his Nela, was reading on the sofa. In the inquiring way that some husbands have with wives they depend on, he was at once asking for confirmation and for permission to boast...
...life. At home, I was a different man. I loved the classics, but I knew I could wow any audience with De Falla's Fire Dance. I was too little involved in the job I had to do, which was to develop my talent." Then in 1926 he met Aniela ("Nela"), the handsome, honey-blonde daughter of Polish Conductor Emil Mlynarski. She was 17, he was 39. When he finally got around to proposing to her beneath the Chopin monument in Warsaw, Nela was doubtful. It seems that Rubinstein's lady of the moment, sensing a rival, had followed...
Audiences loved him, but he was squandering his talent, and he knew it. The solution for that was pretty Aniela Mlynarski, daughter of a Polish conductor with whose orchestra Rubinstein had played as a boy. He met her when she was 16, married her when she was 22 and he was 43. Within a year he was a father (of Eva, now an actress in the Broadway hit The Diary of Anne Frank), and the responsibility made a serious and disciplined musician out of him. "I didn't want people telling my child after I died, 'What...
Dazzled by such repartee, Aniela, the Polish hired girl, soon said...
...Aniela, it develops, "was miraculous in the dark . . . Her great arms clutched about him in a frenzy. She made uncouth noises." Nevertheless David, "a brilliant young architect [who] had done a few big things bigly," is soon rolling in a snowbank with somebody else, "a pink avalanche of loveliness" named Mary. "There . . . with her sables and his great coat for blankets, David wooed a wintry Tsarina swathed in sables . . . The snow gave the deed the absolution of its own purity...