this is the most delicious thing I ever ate in my life! Really, you don't know what you' re miss-- All right, that's enough! Open the door. Signore, if you don't open this door. . . . . .we' re gonna leave nothing for you. And I' m never gonna come see you again! Good morning, Father. Herr Salieri? Leave me alone. I cannot leave alone a soul in pain. Do you know who I am? That makes no difference. All men are equal in God's eyes. Are they? Offer me your confession. I can offer you God's forgiveness. How well are you trained in music? I know a little. I studied it in my youth. -Where? -Here in Vienna. Then you must know this. I can't say that I do. What is it? It was a very popular tune in its day. I wrote it. Here, how about this? This one brought down the house when we played it. Well? I regret it is not too familiar. Can you recall no melody of mine? I was the most famous composer in Europe. I wrote 40 operas alone. Here! What about this one? Yes, I know that! That's charming ! I' m sorry, I didn't know you wrote that. I didn't. That was Mozart. Wolfgang . . . . . .Amadeus Mozart. The man you accuse yourself of killing . You've heard that? Is it true? For God's sake, my son. . . . . .if you have something to confess, do it now. Give yourself some peace. He. . . . . .was my idol. Mozart. I can 't think of a time when I didn't know his name. I was playing games. . . . . . when he was playing music for kings and emperors. Even the pope in Rome. I admit, I was jealous. . . . . . when I heard the tales they told about him. Not of the brilliant little prodigy. . . . . .but of his father, who had taught him everything. My father, he did not care for music. When I told him. . . . . . how I wished I could be like Mozart. . . . . .he would say, ''Why? Do you want to be a trained monkey? You 'd like me to drag you around, doing tricks like a circus freak?'' How could I tell him. . . . . .what music meant to me? While my father prayed earnestly to God. . . . . . to protect commerce. . . . . .I would offer up. . . . . .secretly. . . . . . the proudest prayer a boy could think of. ''Lord, make me a great composer. Let me celebrate your glory through music. . . . . .and be celebrated myself. Make me famous through the world. Make me immortal. After I die. . . . . .let people speak my name with love for what I wrote. In return. . . . . . I will give you my chastity. . . . . . my industry. . . . . . my deepest humility, every hour of my life. Amen. '' And do you know what happened? A miracle! My life changed forever. I knew God had arranged it all . That was obvious. One minute I was a frustrated boy. . . . . .in an obscure little town. The next I was here. . . . . .in Vienna, city of musicians. . . . . .and Emperor Joseph, the musical king. In a few years, l was his court composer. isn't that incredible? Every night l sat with the emperor of Austria. . . . . .playing duets with him. . . . . . correcting the royal sight-reading. Actually, the man had no ear at all . But what did it matter? He adored my music. Tell me. . . . If you had been me. . . . . .wouldn’t you have thought God had accepted your vow? And believe me, I honored it. I was a model of virtue. I kept my hands off women. I worked hours every day teaching students, many for free! Sitting on endless committees to help poor musicians. Work, that was all my life. And it was wonderful . Everybody liked me. I liked myself. Until he came. He came to Vienna to play some of his music. . . . . .at the residence of the Prince Archbishop of Salzburg . Eagerly, l went there to seek him out. That night. . . . . . changed my life. As l wandered through the salon. . . . . .l played a little game with myself. This man had written his first concerto at the age of 4. . . . . .his first symphony at 7, a full-scale opera at 12! Did it show? is ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст 1612. Хроники смутного времени. на английском - текст Багдадский вор на английском - текст Соломенная шляпка на английском - текст Похищение "Савои" на английском - текст Корова на английском |