talent like that. . . . . . written on the face? Which one of them. . . . . . 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, shit wit! 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-evoI-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. On 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 l was hearing the voice of God. Excuse me. But why? Why would God choose an obscene child 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. -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 notion to keep Mozart in Vienna. It should infuriate the archbishop. . . . . .if that is Your Majesty's intention. You are cattivo, court composer. I want to meet this young man. Arrange a pleasant welcome for him. Well, there it is! This is a beautiful wig for you. It looks so marvelous and I I’ve it. The other one. Here is the other one. I think you will I’ve it. Here's the third one. So? Here we go. -How do you like it? -They' re all so beautiful ! Why don't I have three heads? This is funny! Three heads! Gentlemen. -Good morning . -Morning, ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Потерянный рейс на английском - текст Звёздный путь: Следующее поколение на английском - текст Код Да Винчи на английском - текст Дюна на английском - текст Убийцы на английском |