the presenters to take me on. But disaster struck when the accompanist, who was too old for a major tour, started saying nonsense and fantasizing his own death. If I have a heart attack when the Divine One hits a high note you must push me off the chair and continue as though nothing happened. She would not even think of pausing. While the maestro was dreaming of his magnificent death mid-concert, the Divine One in turn feared that the maestro will die if he is not allowed to go on tour with her. But they let him go and my job was gone, too. How well you explain everything, just like a book. How old is she? What do you care? You're stepping on frozen spit again. I'm only looking at the tree tops. If you have nowhere to sleep you can come with me. But I warn you, my kittens get all the comforts. They have the sofa, the bed, the commode, etc. Chopin... is not sentimental. He is a man of strong emotions, but he is not sentimental. Emotions and sensitivity are unrelated. An abyss lies between them. This composition speaks of concealed pain. So you didn't finish your studies? It's too late for me to start a third life. How so? I said it's too late. For two reasons. On the one hand society condemns late-starters, casts them out. - On the other... - Too late? Too old? Where do you get money? You already asked me. Too old. Don't get me wrong. I'm not judging you. Because I knew exactly who you were when I made you invite me over, and there is only one bed here, as it turned out. But you must not suspect me, because I do not judge you at all. I understood who you were right away. You are the Divine One who sings. I am sure of it. When she sings you believe it is you singing. You want to survive, I know. Even when are silent, or thinking or telling me, "I'm just a poor musician" - at the same time you burn everything around you and the world becomes noting to you. I do not judge you, I don't tell you that you are mad. I'm saying that I understand you, believe you... Because I've known you for a long time. But you do live poorly here! Is it better to be rich? You're confusing me. You're provoking me. I don't think so. Although there's a bit of that too... ...A desire to provoke. You know, I've noticed that at a certain age some children want to set fire to something. They set fire to everything. It's a disease. - It's called pyromania. - Yes, perhaps.. That's not what I'm talking about. The important thing is that I had an idea. I need you. And you need me. You won't refuse me. The two of us will be rich. Maybe very soon. Tomorrow we will go to the theater and bring a rich bouquet. We will spend all of our money. You will have lots of flowers, and I will wear a beautiful dress. A kind of dress I never dreamt of. I'm serious. Chopin is not sentimental. He is a man of strong emotions, but he is not sentimental. The performer must be calm, serene, even stern. Emotions and sensitivity are unrelated. Dumbass! It is easy enough to play. One must clench and unclench one's ass. Clench ass... Unclench... That's all it is. I despise all arguments. All systems can go to hell. I'm serious. If I decided to help you, then I decided to help you. No, no, meaning yes. You've read my mind. There are moments in which men love crime. You've read my... everyone and at all times loves it. Everyone will tell you that it is evil, but inside they love it. You can trust me. I won't go on about myself. I was in a camp, came back. Don't have anything or anybody. I had a friend back there. She kept a horrific poison for revenge. One time during a break in the woods she told me: I don't have a penny to my name, but there are worse things in this world. I don't want to leave prison with a heart burdened by a hatred of the world. The vengeance I sensed in my heart has dissipated, and I only feel a sense of resignation. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Величайшее шоу мира на английском - текст Берегись автомобиля на английском - текст Ночь и день на английском - текст Обыкновенное чудо на английском - текст Ночные ястребы на английском |