among flowers? Surely, that so samo, and yet we feel, that are at me, that this our spring, that we can experience walking after our tylko such feelings grasslands in low May morning. Because there in this mazurka except colours, and murmurs spring smells, common different countries, something, what is yet tylko Polish village it reminds, it is calm, ale deep sadness, in which the magic, him heavy the orphan's lot of country nation sits past, his difficult present, his homesickness to better future. We see low huts and smoke, we see above road poor willows, we see the misery of nation, in which language this charming and winged spring be calls preharvest".

If polonaise are epic rhapsody, apotheosize knight's and heroic national Polish past, then mazurkas are on background lyrical small pictures directly felt the present, very often on background of village Polish, which scenery and tune Chopin przedziwnie he knew to depict with the help of well-chosen kunsztownie piano sounds. Going the traces of the people's music, he from which acquainted for his stays so well on village, he be able to - how Liszt marks accurately -