One night in November, Itzhak Perlman gave a concert in a theatre. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that becoming a1is not a small achievement for him. He had to walk with the help of two walking sticks as a result of the disease he caught as a child.
People sat quietly while he made his way to his chair and began his play. But this time, something went 2. Just as he finished the first few parts of the music, one of the strings on his violin 3. We thought that he would have to stop the concert. But he didn't4, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then asked the conductor to begin again. The orchestra began and he played with such strong feeling and purity as they had never heard before.
Of course, everyone knows that it is5for a violinist to play a pleasant work with just three strings. I know that, and you know that. 6 that night Itzhak Perlman didn't want to accept that. When he finished, there was a terrible 7 in the room. And then people rose and8 from every corner of the theatre.
Perlman was excited. He smiled and said, "You know, sometimes it is the artist's task to9how much music you can still make with what you have left. So, suppose our task in this fast-changing world is to make music, at first we should try our best with all that we have. And then, when it is no longer possible, try to play it with10 we have left.
