incredible? Every bight I sat right next to 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. Everybody liked me. I liked myself. Until he came. He came to Vienna to play some of his music. . . . . .at the residence of his employer, the Prince Archbishop of Salzburg. Eagerly, I went there to seek him out. That bight... ...changed my life. As I wandered through the salob... ...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 talent like that... ... written on the face? Which one of them... ...could he be? Mozart is not here. -Stop it! -I am. I am stopping it. I'm stopping it. Slowly. There. You see? I've stopped. -Now we're going back. -No! You don't know where you are. Here, everything goes backwards. People walk and dance and sing backwards. . . . . .and even talk backwards. That's stupid. Why, people fart backwards. Say I'm sick! Say I'm sick! Yes, you are. You are very sick. Say it backwards, shit-wit! Saa-I'm-sick. . . . Sick. . .kiss. I'm. . .my saa. Kiss my ass. Eem-iram! Eem-iram! -I'm not playing this game! -Say it, it's serious. It's very serious. Iram. Marry-eem. . .marry me. I'm not going to marry you. You're a fiend. Ooy-vol-l-tub. . . . Tub. . . . . .but l. . . . Volv. . .Iove. But I love you? -Tish I'm tee. -What? Tee. . .eat. -Eat. -I'm. My. Tish. Eat my shit. You filthy fiend! My music. They've started without me. That. . . . . .was Mozart! That giggling, dirty-minded creature I'd just seen. . . . . .crawling on the floor. . . . I think that went off remarkably well. Don't you? These Viennese know good music when they hear it, don't you think? Certainly. Your Grace. Why? Why what, sir? Why must I be humiliated. . . . . .in front of my guests, by one of my own servants? The more license I allow you, the more you take. If His Grace is not satisfied with me, he can dismiss me. I wish you to return immediately to Salzburg. -Your father is waiting for you there. -No, Your Grace! With all humility, I prefer you dismiss me. Obviously, I don't satisfy. I have no intention of dismissing you. You will remain in my service and learn your place. Ob the page it looked... ...nothing! The beginning, simple. . . . . .almost comic. Just a pulse. Bassoons, basset horns. . . . . .like a rusty squeezebox. And then, suddenly. . . . . .high above it. . . . . .an oboe. A single note, hanging there, unwavering. Until. . . . . .a clarinet took it over. . . . . .sweetened it into a phrase of such delight. This was no composition by a performing monkey. This was a music I had never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing. It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God. Excuse me. But why? Why would God choose an obscene child to be his inbstrumebt? He's remarkable, majesty. I heard an extraordinary opera of his last month. -Idomoneo, King of Crete. -That? A most tiresome piece. I heard it too. Tiresome? A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities. Too much spice. Too many notes. Majesty. . . . . .I thought it the most promising work I've heard in years. Well then, we should make some effort to acquire him. We could use a good German composer in Vienna, surely? I'm sure he could be tempted with the right offer. Say, an opera in German for our National Theatre. Excellent, sire! But not German. I beg Your Majesty. Italian is the proper language for opera. All educated people agree on that. What do you think, Chamberlain? In my opinion, sir, it's time we had a piece in our own language. Plain German for plain people. Kapellmeister ? Majesty. . . . . .I must agree with Herr Direktor. German is. . . . . . ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Бетховен на английском - текст Бабье лето на английском - текст Кандагар на английском - текст Стиляги на английском - текст Подстава на английском |