me. - I don't understand. - Listen. Trumpets in D, tonic and dominant. First and third beats. It goes with the harmony. Yes. Yes, yes. I understand. And that's all? No, now for the real fire. Strings in unison. Ostinato, on A. Like this: Next measure is rising. Do you have it? Show me. - It's wonderful. - Yes, yes. Go on. - Write that down. - Yes, yes. "Call me among the blessed". C major. Sopranos and altos in thirds. Altos on C, sopranos above. Sopranos up to F on the second voca? And on dictus. And underneath, just violins. Arpeggios. Descending scale in eighth notes, then back to ostinato again. - And that`s it. Do you have it? - You go too fast. - Do you have it? - You go too fast. One moment, please, one moment! Good. Show me the whole thing from the beginning. Do you want to rest a bit? No, I'm not tired at all. We'll stop for a moment. - Then we'll finish the Lacrimosa. - I can keep going. I assure you. Will you stay with me while I sleep a little? I'm not leaving you. I'm so ashamed. Of what? I was foolish. I thought you did not care for my work, or me. Forgive me. Forgive me. What are you doing here? Your husband took sick. I brought him home. Why you? Because, madame, I was at hand. Well, thank you very much. You can go now. He needs me, ma'am. No, he doesn't. And I don't want you here. Just go, please. - He asked me to stay. - And I'm ask... I'm back. I missed you so much. If you'd just... show me that you need me. And I'll try to do better too. What is this? No, Wolfie, not this. Not this. You're not to work on this ever again. I've decided. This is not his handwriting. It's mine. I was assisting him. He's not to work on this anymore. - It's making him ill. - But... Good night. I regret we have no servants to show you out, Herr Salieri. Please respect my wish and go. Madame... I will respect his. Your merciful God. He destroyed his own beloved, rather than let a mediocrity share in the smallest part of his glory. He killed Mozart. And kept me alive to torture. Thirty-two years of torture. Thirty-two years of slowly watching myself become extinct. My music... growing fainter. All the time fainter, till no one plays it at all. And his... Good morning, professor. Time for the water closet. Then we have your favorite breakfast. Sugar rolls. He loves those. Fresh sugar rolls. I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I`am their champion. I`am their patron saint. Mediocrities everywhere. I absolve you. I absolve you. I absolve you. I absolve you. I absolve you all. Subtitles by SDI Media Group and TheusAmadeus.Directors.Cut.1984.DVDRip.XviD-UnSeeN Mozart. Mozart. Forgive your assassin. I confess, I killed you. Si, I killed you, Mozart. Mozart, pieta. Forgive your assassin. Forgive me, Mozart. Signore Salieri, open the door, be good now. Signore, we have something special for you. Something you're going to love. Is that good. Signore, believe me, 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 Signore. Open the door. Signore, if you don't open this door... we`re gonna eat everything and 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 the first. Well? I regret it is not too familiar. Can you recall no melody of ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Чеховские мотивы на английском - текст Оставайся голодным на английском - текст Иван Грозный на английском - текст Остров сокровищ на английском - текст Шерлок Холмс и доктор Ватсон. Собака Баскервилей. на английском |