being prepared. At the last rehearsal, he suddenly felt his right hand go weak. This terrible illness, weakness of the limbs and fear of moving - was developing, but no one... ...knew its origin. The concerto he used to play brilliantly had not been done in Paris. "If my work is going well, I compose almost morning to night. Perhaps it's the wrong method. I write very quickly, this could be a problem, too. I want my music always to reach the public. Sometimes it works immediately, Time was taking its toll on his friends. Shebalin died. That's that. Thanks. We'll see tonight... After one more heart attack, Shostakovich stayed in his dacha. He couldn't attend David Oistrakh's performance of his violin concerto but heard a recording. Oistrakh called Shostakovich, wanting to know his opinion. He taped their conversation. - Hallo! - Dmitri! - Yes. - Oh, it's you, David. - Am I disturbing you? Can you call in I'm afraid I shall be gone by then. Will you? Then I'll tell you right now. Let me tell you now. - No, I can wait. Anna Akhmatova came to visit him. It was their last meeting. They spoke at length. She liked his music. He liked her poems. These verses of hers speak of his music: A wonder burns in it as its facets take shape. It keeps speaking to me when others fear to come close. When the last friend turned away it was with me in my grave, and sang as a spring thunderstorm, as if all flowers were to talk. Up this staircase at the back he was physically carried into the Chamber Theatre, for the premiere of "The Nose", before the performance began. He didn't want others to see his physical weakness. The opera performed again 40 years after its creation. Irina Antonovna Shostakovich. She became the wife of Dmitri Dmitrievich in 1962. Till the end of his life, she remained his most devoted and faithful companion. Here it is! Here it is! My nose, indeed! My nose is in its place, between my two cheeks! Ivan! Ivan! Yes, master! Look here, Ivan. I believe I've got a pimple on my nose. Bother! Ivan might say, not only the pimple, the nose itself isn't there! You've nothing! No pimple at all! Your nose is clean! It's good! It's damned good! August 6, 1975. A heart attack? August 8: The attack is not confirmed. On August 9 he improved. He asked his wife to read him a story by Chekhov, his favourite one, "Gusev". "It seems someone has come, voices are heard in the ward. Five minutes later, all calms down. "It's hard, - says Gusev. I'll go on deck. For God's sake, bring me up to the deck." "All right, - says a soldier. I'll carry you. Hold onto my neck." They stand at the edge, silently looking up and then down. Above them, the deep sky, radiant stars, calm and silence. Nobody knows why waves make noise. Each wave, as you watch it, tries to rise higher, pressing and driving the other, its mane glowing with white. A third wave overrides them all, severe and ugly. The sea has neither sense... ...nor compassion." In the afternoon, Shostakovich persuaded his wife to bring the mail from home. She wouldn't. He insisted. At 6 o'clock, an asphyxia began. At 6h30, he was no more. - Hallo! - Dmitri! - Yes. - Oh, it's you, David. - Am I disturbing you? - Can you call in 10 minutes? - I'm afraid I shall be gone by then. - Will you? - Then I'll tell you right now. I'll tell you now. - I can call in... - No, better now. - Please wait. I'll take my score. - I will take mine, too. Page 88? - No, page 96. - Page 96? - At the 68th. Yes, I have it. It's fast, isn't it? Mitya, what is your tempo for the start there? Now that's a bit fast for the finale. Good. Now tell me, my dear... ...would you keep the adagio in the 3rd part? No, you're right. What would you put? We should find the term for that tempo. For the 67th, the French horns, your ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Дневник его жены на английском - текст Кудряшка Сью на английском - текст Токийская история на английском - текст Полицейский из Беверли Хиллз 2 на английском - текст Вор на английском |