love. It's rubbish! Majesty, you choose the language. It will be my task to set it to the finest music. . . . . .ever offered a monarch. Well, there it is. Let it be German. This is yours. Keep it, if you want. It's already here in my head. What? On one hearing only? I think so, Sire. Show us. The rest is just the same, isn't it? Doesn't really work, does it? Did you try. . .? Shouldn't it be a bit more. . .? Or this? Yes. Better? What do you think? All I ever wanted... ... was to sing to God. He gave me that longing. . . . . .and then made me mute. Why? Tell me that. If He didn't want me to praise Him with music. . . . . .why implant the desire. . . . . .like a lust in my body? And then deny me the talent? Madame Cavalieri is here for her lesson. Maestro! How do you like it? It's Turkish. My hairdresser said that everything this year's going to be Turkish. Does he? What else did he tell you today? Come, come! Give me some gossip. I heard you met Herr Mozart. News travels fast in Vienna. And he's been commissioned to write an opera. Is it true? Yes. Is there a part in it for me? -No. -How do you know? Do you know where it's set, my dear? Where? In a harem. What's that? A brothel. Come! Let's begin. What does he look like? Mozart? You might be disappointed. Why? Looks and talent don't always go together, Caterina. Looks don't concern me, Maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste. Shall we continue? There she was! I don't know where they met or how. There she stood! Ob stage, for all to see. Showing off like the greedy songbird she was. Ten minutes of ghastly scales. Arpeggios! Whizzing up and down like fireworks at a fairground. Understand, I was in love with the girl. Or at least in lust. I swear, I never. . . . . .laid a finger on her. All the same. . . . . .I couldn't bear to think of anyone else touching her. . . . . .least of all, the creature. Brava, madame! You are an ornament to our stage. Your Majesty. Well, Herr Mozart! A good effort. Well, decidedly that! An excellent effort. You have shown us something. . . . . .quite new tonight. It is new. -It is, isn't it, sire? -Yes, indeed. So then, you liked it? You really liked it, sire? Well, of course I did! It's very good! Of course, now and then. . . just now and then. . . . . .it seemed a touch. . . . What do you mean? Well, I mean, occasionally, it seems to have. . . How shall one say. . . . How shall one say, Direktor ? Too many notes, Your Majesty? Exactly. Very well put. Too many notes. I don't understand. There are just as many notes as are required, neither more nor less. My dear fellow, there are in fact. . . . . .only so many notes one can hear in an evening. I'm right in saying that, aren't l, Court Composer? Yes. On the whole, yes, Majesty. This is absurd! My dear young man, don't take it too hard. Your work is ingenious. It's quality work. There are simply too many notes. Just cut a few and it'll be perfect. Which few did you have in mind, Majesty? Wolfgang, my dear! Majesty, this is Frau Weber. She is my landlady. Enchanted, madame. Sire. . .such an honor! This is my dear daughter, Constanze. She is the fiancйe of Herr Mozart. How charming. Please. When do you marry? We haven't exactly received my father's consent yet. Not entirely. Not altogether. Excuse me. . . . . .but how old are you? 26. My advice is for you to marry this charming young lady. . . . . .and stay with us in Vienna. You see! I told him that, Majesty, but he won't listen to me. Your Majesty, you give such wonderful. . . . . .such royal advice. May l. . . . Well. . . . . .there it is. Get some water! Will you get some water, please? At that moment I knew... ...he'd had her. The creature had had my darling girl. It was incomprehensible! What was God up to? My heart was filling up. . . . . .with such hatred for that ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Бродячий Пес: Бронеотряд Церберов на английском - текст Белое солнце пустыни на английском - текст Остров на английском - текст Мотылёк на английском - текст Мутанты Икс - Сезон 2 на английском |