The engineering keeps them close — you hear bow hair, pedal felt, one intake of breath before the Poulenc finale — and the closeness is the point of the record.
The Poulenc is the surprise. Its Cavatine is usually played as a beautiful interruption; here it is the centre of the record, unhurried to the edge of stubbornness, and the Ballabile that follows lands like a joke told at a wake — in the best way, which is Poulenc's way.
The Élégie, placed last, is done in one long exhale. A record to play at midnight, which is plainly when it was made.