Argerich was not the only person in the room who was full of inner activities at this time.
Branjano's mood was also particularly complicated.
He had to admit that what An Jieyi said just now seemed like what the chairman of the Xiaoxing Jury should say.
There is expression, attitude and structure.
But when he thought about the confrontation that night, Branjano felt that his heart was even more broken.
He couldn't be sure how genuine his teacher was now, and he didn't know why the other party brought up contestant No. 13 at this time.
Instinctively, he felt that there was some ulterior purpose here.
But he couldn't say anything.
Because the best mazurka player in his mind is No. 13.
He should be happy and proud that he and the other person have a common point of view.
"I also propose contestant No. 13!"
The loud voice was none other than Ogg.
Branjano looked.
Argerich looked.
Everyone turned to look at him.
An Jieyi looked at his most simple disciple with calm eyes.
...
Ogg opened the conversation for a new round of discussion.
This time, the topics and content discussed by everyone have settled down a lot, and the focus of the discussion has obviously returned to the live performance and Chopin's music itself.
The Chopin Competition judging panel collectively burst out with professionalism and academicism.
Twenty minutes later.
The old notary had to respond to everyone's request and replay the Mazurka videos played by players No. 9, 12, and 13.
Another twenty minutes later.
Enter the discussion stage again.
The Russian judges headed by the bearded man seemed to really embrace the group this time. Although what they did was a bit disgraceful, the other judges sitting here understood it.
Based on Ivanov's overall performance in the third round, it is still unclear whether the Russian can advance to the finals.
If Ivanov does not enter the final, the Russians will become the largest supporting group in this Chopin Competition.
Five contestants who advanced to the main draw, plus one national team's top seed, were eventually wiped out before the finals. This really caused a huge loss of face for Russian Piano.
Therefore, the Russian judges are trying to compete for the final mazurka award.
Fortunately, Ivanov's mazurka performance today was totally worth their while.
...
Finally, after a lot of war of words, the final referendum was finally entered.
The winner of the Mazurka Grand Prize will be chosen between the 9th and the 13th.
At this moment, the scene once again entered a tense atmosphere.
Branjano stood up and announced the start of voting.
The judge who selected contestant No. 9 raised his left hand, and the judge representing contestant No. 13 raised his right hand.
‘唰’
In one second.
Except for Ivanov's Russian teacher, 16 hands were raised high.
No one can tell the result the first time.
The judges looked left and right at each other.
The old notary makes statistics.
After 5 seconds.
The dust has settled on the 17th Chopin Competition Mazurka.
7 left hands and 9 right hands.
Contestant No. 13 won the final victory by two votes.
...
So far, three winners of this year's four major individual awards have been born.
Some are happy and some are sad.
But the Russian judges had no time to hang their heads.
Then Branjano stood up and announced the last task of the jury today.
"The selection of finalists begins now."
The old notary turned on the projector.
In a flash, a row of tables with numerical question marks appeared on the curtain.
The lower right corner of the projector says pm 22:47.
...
At the same time, a discussion about the Chopin Competition was also going on in a small bar on the west bank of the Vistula.
Interesting discussion.
The discussants were two people who rarely drank together. On their table were two glasses of sparkling water with straws inserted into them.
"Impossible." Shen Qingci leaned back on the chair, with a smile in his voice: "As long as there are a few sober people on the jury, the mazurka will not fall into his hands."
Yiglaz laughed. He liked Shen Qingci's confident way of speaking. "Then I'm done. It's your turn. You can make some guesses."
Shen Qingci's mind immediately flashed Duan Ran's figure, but he said: "That student of Puchev, or girl Julia, they are both good."
"The Russian guy is good, but his performance in the front was too outrageous." Iglaz automatically filtered out the American girl, "Shen, do you think he can enter the finals?"
"It depends on how the judging panel discusses his previous mistakes, but I guess he should have entered. You know the Russian judges, they are almost the same as your Polish judges."
Shen Qingci said it lightly, "Besides, his last mazurka also saved him a lot of trouble."
"Why."
Iglaz sighed softly, he was inevitably a little sad when talking about the 'Polish judges' and the 'promotion issue'.
moment.
Yiglaz: "Shen, what exactly is the final piece you prepared?"
Shen Qingci: "Xiao Er."
Ygraz: "I don't believe it."
Shen Qingci: "Then you still ask."
Yiglaz sighed again: "Because I still can't figure out why you chose to withdraw from the competition."
Shen Qingci smiled: "Then don't think about it, just take a sip."
The two men took straws in their mouths at the same time.
...
23:30 minutes.
Baoge Hotel.
Duan Ran had fallen asleep, and Qin Jian was sitting alone by the window drinking beer.
It has been almost 20 days since he came to Warsaw, and he has not had a drop of alcohol. It is rare that he will not have a competition schedule tomorrow and the next two days, so he simply relaxes.
Three rounds of competition have passed, and the finalists will be announced tomorrow, but there is no wave in his heart.
He and Duan Ran chatted for a long time tonight, chatting like two old friends.
Qin Jian asked her if she would be sad if she did not advance to the finals.
Duan Ran said no.
"Although there won't be any pressure if you get in, but if you don't get in, you won't get in."
"Isn't the game just a matter of a moment? I am now thinking about the course after returning to Paris."
Duan Ran said frankly that she would never fail the exam, "Never!"
Qin Jian could tell that the other party's mind really didn't seem to be focused on this competition.
He doesn't think there's anything wrong with this, and he doesn't want to put any more pressure on the opponent regardless of whether he can advance to the finals.
In the past half month, he occasionally thought about whether he would be disappointed or something if he didn't get the ranking he wanted.
But looking at it now, the finals are coming soon.
After the game, life goes on.
There are still many, many things waiting for him to do.
"Isn't the game just a matter of seconds?"
Qin Jian murmured Duan Ran's words and couldn't help but sigh: "Well said, little fat man."
He raised his head and drank the last sip from the can, then quietly stood up and stuffed the can at the bottom of the trash can.
Then I went to the bathroom and washed myself before going to bed.
Seeing that Little Fatty Duan was sleeping soundly, he gently kissed him on the forehead.
"Good night."
...
October 17th.
13:30.
The lobby of the Warsaw Philharmonic Hall was overcrowded.
There are 30 minutes left before the announcement of the finalists.