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. {y:i}Eagerly, I went there to seek him out. {y:i}That night... {y:i}... changed my life. {y:i}As I wandered through the salon... {y:i}... I played a little game with myself. {y:i}This man had written {y:i}his first concerto at the age of 4... {y:i}... his first symphony at 7, {y:i}a full-scale opera at 12! {y:i}Did it show? {y:i}Is talent like that... {y:i}... written on the face? {y:i}Which one of them... {y:i}... could he be? Mozart is not here. - Stop it! - I am. - Stop it! - I am stopping it. I am! I'm stopping it. Slowly. There. You see? I've stopped. - Now we're going back. - No! Yes! You don't know where you are. Here, everything goes backwards. People walk and dance and sing and even talk backwards. - That's stupid. - Why? People fart backwards. Ssa-ym-ssik! Ssa-ym-ssik! Yes, you are. You are very sick. No! Say it backwards, shitwit! Ssa-ym-ssik. Ssik, kiss. Ym, my. Ssa. Kiss my ass. Em-yrram! - I'm not playing! - Say it, it's serious. It's very serious. Yrram. Marry me. I'm not gonna marry you. You're a fiend. Uoy-evol-I-tub. Tub. But I... ...love... But I love you? - Tihs-ym-tae. - What? - Eat. - Eat. - Ym, my. - My. Tihs. Eat my shit. You filthy fiend! You filthy...! My music. They've started without me. That was Mozart! That giggling, dirty creature I'd just seen crawling on the floor. - I think that went well, don't you? - Indeed. The Viennese know good music, don't you think? Certainly. Your Grace. Ah, Mozart. - Why? - Why what, sir? Why do I have to 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, he can dismiss me. I wish you to return immediately to Salzburg. - Your father is waiting for you there. - No, Your Grace! I would prefer you dismissed me. It's obvious I don't satisfy. I have no intention of dismissing you. You will remain in my service... ...and learn your place. {y:i}On the page it looked... {y:i}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. {y:i}It seemed to me I was hearing {y:i}the voice of God. Excuse me. {y:i}But why? {y:i}Why would God choose an obscene child {y:i}to be his instrument? It was not to be believed. This piece had to be an accident. It had to be. It better be. How good is he, this Mozart? He's remarkable, Majesty. I heard an extraordinary opera of his last month. {y:i}-Idomeneo, King of Crete. - That? A tiresome piece. I heard it too. Tiresome? A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities. Too much spice. Too many notes. Majesty... ...it was the most promising work I've heard in years. 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 Theater. 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, it's time we had a piece in our own language. Plain German for plain people. Kapellmeister? Majesty... ...I must agree with "Herr Direttore". German is... ...too brute for singing. Court composer... ...what do you think? I think it's an interesting ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Спасатель на английском - текст Бумер. Фильм второй на английском - текст Повинность на английском - текст Беги без оглядки на английском - текст Филин и кошечка на английском |