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Anna Maria's Gift

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For my one and only Tom



A Promise


The Pietà

First Lesson

Night Visitor

A Fight


Voice in the Night

A Search

The Contarini Palace




Historical Note

Cremona, Italy

n a cold February afternoon, Anna Maria lay on her bed, crying. Snow fell outside the window. It covered the balcony and the narrow street below.

Sister Bianca, Papa’s nurse, came to the door. “Hush, child.” She had a frown on her thin face. “Your father wants a last word with you.”

Terror pierced Anna Maria’s heart. “Is Papa going to die?”

“He will enter the Kingdom of Heaven,” said the sister.

“No! I want him to stay here.” Anna Maria bolted out her door and hurried down the dark hall. The sound of Papa’s coughing came from his room. It was the same cough that had taken Mama away last year.

Anna Maria smoothed her blond curls back and wiped her eyes. Then she opened the door and looked in. A candle burned on the table beside the big bed.

Papa lay propped up on pillows. Anna Maria stared at the side of his face. His long, pointed nose was like a beak.

Then she ran to his bed. “Papa!”

He turned his head toward her and his eyes shone. “Annina, my angel.”

“Papa, don’t leave me!” She clasped his hand. It was rough and stained from making violins.

“You will not be alone, Annina. I have made a new violin for you,” he said. “Go and look in my workshop.”

Anna Maria did not move. She had to hold on to Papa.

“Quickly now, bring it to me,” he urged.

Anna Maria ran down the stairs and across the snowy courtyard. In his workshop, a new violin case lay on the bench. She picked it up and hurried back. Opening the lid, she lifted the violin out of the case. Its golden wood glowed as if lit from within.

“Oh, Papa, how beautiful.”

“There is an inscription inside,” he said.

She held the violin to the light and read.

For Annina
Play and you shall hear my voice
Nicolo Lombardini
Made in the Year 1715

“It is true,” Papa said. “I kept the violin here in my room for a month before varnishing it. And while I slept, my soul entered its body.” He paused to gather strength. “Sister Bianca will take you to live at the Pietà in Venice.”

Anna Maria shook her head. That was a home for orphan girls. “I don’t want to go, Papa. I want to stay with you.”

“You cannot stay with me, Annina.” He took her hand. “Your mother was happy there when she was a girl. And so was Sister Bianca.”

Anna Maria kept shaking her head while Papa had a coughing spell. She could not imagine Sister Bianca being happy anywhere.

At last he went on. “Antonio Vivaldi will be your violin teacher.”

“But I like Maestro Cavalli,” said Anna Maria.

Papa held up his hand for silence. “He is a good teacher. But Don Vivaldi is a great one. Do you remember when he came here to buy a violin? You played for him. He said you were a most talented child.”

Anna Maria remembered, even though she was only five years old then. Now she was nine, and everything was changing.

“But, Papa, I don’t want you to leave me,” she said.

“Annina, my angel. As long as you have your violin, I will be with you. And you will be safe at the Pietà.” He touched the violin. “Now, play for me. The largo from Vivaldi’s D Minor Concerto. You know,
dum dee-dee dum.”

Anna Maria knew. After tuning, she tucked the violin under her chin. Then she closed her eyes and drew the bow across the strings. She let herself be carried along by
the music and the sweet, clear voice of the violin. Papa’s voice.

After the last note, Papa reached out and touched her cheek. “You have such talent, Annina. Promise me you will go to the Pietà and study with Don Vivaldi.”

Anna Maria bit her lips together and nodded. Invisible hands seemed to be gripping her throat. She could not speak.

fter Papa died, Anna Maria and Sister Bianca traveled across country by carriage. They left Cremona far behind and with it everything that was dear—except her violin. But even with Papa’s violin beside her, there was an ache in Anna Maria’s chest. It felt as if her heart had cracked.

She turned to Sister Bianca. “Papa told me you lived at the Pietà when you were a girl. What is it like?” Anna Maria asked.

Sister Bianca answered without looking at her. “You will be safe from the outside world.”

Anna Maria stared at Sister Bianca’s narrow face and tight mouth. “You mean the girls can’t go out?”

“No,” said the sister.

Anna Maria leaned back. “Then I don’t want to go there.”

“You have no choice,” Sister Bianca said. “You should be thankful to have Don Vivaldi for a violin teacher.”

It was Papa’s last wish. No matter how awful the Pietà might be, she must keep her promise. Anna Maria hugged the violin case.
I will make my violin sing with your voice, Papa

On the fourth day, they came to a fishing village at the edge of a wide lagoon. Several gondolas were tied up at the dock, waiting
for passengers. The driver stopped, opened the door, and lowered the steps.

Anna Maria climbed out. She gazed at the island of Venice across the lagoon. The setting sun made it look like a golden lily pad sprouting domes and towers.

“Look, Sister, Venice floats on the water!”

“Don’t be silly, child,” Sister Bianca said. “It stands on thousands of posts set in the bottom of the lagoon.”

Anna Maria preferred the floating idea.

Sister Bianca held the violin case in one hand. “See now, you forgot your violin. You must be more careful.”

Anna Maria gasped and took the case. “Oh, how could I?”

“That is easy,” one of the gondoliers called. “You were dazzled by Venice!” He walked up and bowed. His dark hair curled from under his red cap. “Good day. My name
is Francesco. Step into my floating palace, and I will take you there on a song.” His eyes sparked with good humor.

Sister Bianca gave him a sour look. “How much?”

“For you, half fare—only six
he answered with a smile.

The sister nodded. “To the Pietà.”

Francesco said, “where the orphan girls live.” He paused. “You are an orphan,

Anna Maria looked down.

“Ah, but you cannot be sad in Venice—especially during Carnival. It is not allowed!” He offered his hand to help her aboard. “Hold tight to your violin. We don’t want it to fall into the lagoon.”

Inside the cabin they sat on red velvet cushions. Anna Maria laid the violin case across her lap.

Francesco steered the boat out into the lagoon. “I promised you a song. So here is one to make you laugh. It is called ‘Macaroni Rain.’” He leaned into the oar and began to sing as he rowed.

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