

Elisabeth Leonskaya one of the elite trio of Russian women pianists that includes Eliso Virsaladze and Oxana Yablonskaya all now in their Indian summer .They all have something in common that they do not play the piano but the piano plays them .

After a lifetime dedicated to music with humility and mastery music pours from their being as they place their long drawn out arms above the keys allowing the music to be transmitted to us with a simplicity and directness that I can only remember hearing from Kempff and Agosti .

Tonight we were at the Barbican to listen to the last sonatas of Mozart, Beethoven and Schubert that Leonskaya transmitted to us with the experience of a lifetime of delving into the very core of their creation . A simplicity and directness that united the audience in this vast Symphony Hall and drew us into a magic world where time stood still as we lived together an extraordinary moment of creativity of which we too were an integral part.
Ending with the slow movement of Mozart’s Sonata ‘Facile’ K 545. As Schnabel famously said ‘ too easy for children but too difficult for adults’.
With Madame Leonskaya it was simply sublime!

A disarming simplicity to her public appearance as she is a servant at the service of the composer. Walking on stage and seated at the piano immediately she opened the D major Mozart with a whispered understated opening of disarming simplicity. She was giving us an architectural view of this movement so often played like a call to arms. She was leading to the remarkable development where Mozart completely transforms this opening into a multitude of varying patterns, from a knotty twine of counterpoints to sounds that seemed like horn calls from one mountain top to another. An extraordinary range of layers of colour and a poetic vision that was simple and radiantly beautiful. Bursting into the recapitulation like rejoining an old friend , with the same whispered ease with which she had opened, adding a meandering coda where Mozart’s final words were this cell like figure that had been the pivot on which all revolved and evolved. Leonskaya showed us the simplicity of Genius without any underling or overstating . It is exactly what I remembered as a student listening to Kempff, the supremely humble Kappelmeister.
A chiselled ‘Adagio’ of luminosity and weight with a disarming simplicity as washes of sound are dispensed with, until a melody of subtle beauty appears and lingers with nostalgia and simple flowing radiance.A gentle jeu perlé of jewel like perfection was thrown into the wind with knowing mastery as this movement came to the gentlest of endings.
A simplicity to the ‘Allegretto’ with its subtle question and answer played always of buoyancy and flowing naturalness. A crystalline clarity and sense of orchestral harmonic outpourings but always returning to the disarming simplicity of the rondo theme.


The opening of Beethoven’s last Sonata was played with imperious strokes not of showmanship but of the exasperation that this sonata must have meant to the composer. Three great declarations played with the minimal of fuss and only ‘forte’ as fortissimo is still to come after this momentous introduction. The final flourishes to these three outburst thrown off with natural ease as she got on quite simply to the next one. It was the clashing dissonances that she was pointing us to, as she gradually found release in the major key with a quite undemonstrative arrival note. It was the following opening motif where she really threw herself fully into the fray, just as she was to do with the tumultuous earth shattering ending of the recapitulation of the Schubert Sonata . The music was allowed to unfold like water boiling at 100 degrees ( as Perlemuter aptly said) but in Leonskaja’s hands it was what was immersed in the water that was of such importance, the rest was mere detail. Her arrival at the development with three simple strokes but it was the prolonged rests in-between that were so overwhelming as we waited with baited breath for Beethoven’s knotty fugato and the final triumphant outpouring of the theme in all its imperious glory. The ending thrown off with nonchalant ease as this was just an introduction to the profound outpouring that was to follow.


‘Adagio molto semplice e cantabile’ flowed with glowing beauty of radiance and timeless simplicity. As though suspended in space each variation was shaped with a flowing beauty and extraordinary inner intensity. The tempo never changing as we were on a planet where the rarified air even after a momentary explosion was of otherworldliness. A beautiful simplicity to the intricate weavings and meanderings as the undercurrent of sounds were ever present . with the bass vibrations . The melodic line eventually allowed to shine with radiance and subtle calm until the final trill where Leonskaja managed to bring a jewel like precision and beauty to this final apparition etched in stone surrounded by etherial unworldly sounds . That Beethoven had these sounds in his head and could write them down for posterity was miraculous as he reached for his star with a whispered farewell.

I was reminded today of Agosti playing this Sonata in Rome on one of the rare occasions that we managed to persuade him to leave the privacy of his studio in Siena and share his discoveries with a larger world. No rhetoric or showmanship but allowing the music to unfold with disarming simplicity delving ever more deeply into the genial mind of a composer who could convey so much with so little.

The opening of Schubert’s B flat sonata like the opening of Beethoven 4 is where the whole scene is set in an opening of disarming simplicity .To come on stage and open with such a statement with ease and naturalness as though it had begun already before you sat down is the ideal that all pianists strive for…….and rarely succeed! With Leonskaja, like everything she did, it was with a naturalness and ease as she opened her arms to caress the keys. A whispered radiance to this opening song of destiny with the deep rumble in the bass leaving a slight unease. The final rumble with four very clearly pronounced notes in the bass took us to a mellifluous outpouring of simple beauty and the generous return of the opening theme. Leading to an impulsive outcry where Leonskaja very subtly slowed the tempo for the etherial duet between the voices that followed. A simple ländler appears on the scene with a ‘joie de vivre’ of infectious jeu perlé leading to a flourish thrown off with apparent gentle dismissal ( as in the opening Beethoven) before the ominous menace of the crucial bars of the repeat before the ritornello. Ever more menacing as Leonskaja like a mad woman threw herself into the keys with demanding authority of overwhelming effect. The gentle return of the opening was like a relief from this sudden vision of madness.
The ‘Andante sostenuto’ was a lesson for all would be pianists as the relaxed waving of arms just painted a beautiful background to the disarming simplicity of the melodic line that was captured within. The gentle chorale in A major was played with whispered understatement where Leonskaja allowed the beauty of the music to speak without any underlining. The return of the opening was even more poignant as Leonskaja added even more subtle detail to the landscape that she was painting in sound.
The ‘Scherzo’ played pianissimo with a radiance and simplicity as it was allowed to sing its song without any fuss, just unwinding with natural exuberance. Schubert’s bumps in the night ‘fzp’ in the Trio were played not with sharpness but with a fullness of sonority that did not disturb the melodic line but like the trill at the opening made one realise that all was not well with the world.
An imperious ‘G’ played with luminosity announced the simple outpouring of the ‘Allegro’ that Leonskaya played with generous ease. Bursting into a long mellifluous outpouring that she allowed to flow across the keys with radiance and a wonderful sense of balance where the melodic line emerged from the inner harmonies that were unfolding. ‘Fortissimo’ in Schubert is all too rare and when it occurs Leonskaja knows he means business and threw her whole body into these passionate outpourings that suddenly erupt, but are short lived as they dissolve as fast as they arrive, ending in the simplicity of a lilting dance spread over the entire keyboard with disarming ease. Suddenly a question mark as the theme is interrupted and our pivotal G turns to G flat and then F before resolving on G and a coda off lightweight brilliance played with extraordinary clarity in duplets up to the final two simple chords.
The slow movement from Mozart’s Sonata Facile just made us wonder why we do not hear such disarming simplicity and mastery on this stage more often. It can remind us that all the world is a stage and the men and women merely players, a lesson so desperately needed these days where quantity takes precendence over quality!


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