This is the first piece by Schubert that I have learnt to appreciate. Probably because it is so very melancholic. He wrote it in 1824, when in poor health and probably staring death in the face. You can feel the pain. He is not rosy or cheerful anymore, this is for real.
That is why I like it.
Read about the String Quartet here
The image is Death and the Maiden by Egon Schiele
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