The first monologue Salieri
All people say: no justice on the Earth,
But justice’s nope above it. For me
It sounds clearly as a simple scale is.
I was the in-birth art amateur;
Still only a child, when the high organ
Resounded in our ancient chapel,
I listened and reveled so stealthily — My tears
Streamed unwittingly sweetly…
I early flung of vacuous amusements;
I hated Sciences distant from the music.
I renounced them and surrendered
Only music. Such difficult t’first step is
And the first way is boring. I overcame
Then early adversity. Handicraft
Was laid down as pedestal for artistry;
I turned myself a handicraftsman. My fingers
Obediently run flatly. My hearing
For music has been honed. Killing all sounds,
I then dissected music like a corpse.
I studied harmony with algebra! And then
Already dared, sophisticated in the science,
I indulged self into the bliss of an invented dream.
I started to create; but secretly in silence,
Not daring yet to think about glory.
Often, confined myself into a silent cell
For two, three days, forgetting sleep and satiety,
Having delight and tears of inspiration,
I burned off my creation and looked insensibly
As my idea and sound, whom I gave birth,
Replace themselves with light smoky flame.
What do I say? When such a greatest Gluck
Appeared and revealed new secrets to all us
(Profound, deep, enchanting secrets)
Would I abandoned everything I knew before,
What loved so much, what I believed so fervently,
And would not me cheerfully follow him
Resignedly like one who was deluded
And sent him straightly the back directions?
By strong and very tense constancy
I am finally in the art sans bounds
Has reached lofty degree. And the Glory
Gave me its smile. I was in hearts of people.
I found full consonance with all my creatures.
I was happy: I enjoyed myself such calmly
By own work, success, and deserved glory; also
Frankly by the efforts and successes of truly friends,
My comrades in the marvelous crafting.
Not! Never I possessed a spiteful envy.
Oh, never, never!- even when Piccini
Did know how to captivate the ears of wild Parisians,
Even when I heard for the first time
Iphigenia opera’s the initial sad sounds.
Who will tell that proud Salieri is
Someday an despicable envious
Snake, trampled by the people, all its life gnawing
Pebbles and dry dust such impotently?
Nobody! .. And now - I myself could say -
I am now envious. I envy deep,
I am painfully jealous. - Oh, heaven!
Where is the righteousness, when a sacred gift,
When an immortal genius not as a reward
For fervent love, precision dedication
Labor, diligence, prayers sent -
But illumines the head of a madman,
Idle reveler?.. Gee! Mozart, Mozart!
Mozart shows Salieri a sketch
(Mozart comes in)
Okey! You have caught all!
However, I would like
To regale you with a sudden little jest.
Salieri
You here! - How long?
Mozart
Just now. Going to you
I took with me something to show live you .
But when walking past the inn house, heard
The violin just played … No, my friend, Salieri!
Thou have not listened anything more funny in your whole life …
The sightless violinist in tavern
Performed ‘voi che sapete’. Nicely!
Eagerly I brought the violinist here
Immediately introduce you to his art.
Enter!
( The old blind man brings a fiddle )
A piece of Mozart, please!
(The old man performs Don Giovani’s aria,
Mozart burst into laughter)
Salieri
How can you laugh for that?
Mozart
Ah, Salieri!
In deed are you not laughing loud?
Salieri
No.
I\'m not in fun when an unworthy painter
In front of me gloss over Raphael\'s Madonna,
I\'m not in fun when a paltry buffoon
Makes shame to Alighieri by burlesque.
I\'m not in fun.
Mozart
You Salieri
Out of sorts now. I will see you
Another time.
Salieri
What did you offer me?
Mozart
So-so; bagatelles. The other night
My insomnia tormented very badly,
And two, three thinks appears at my think-tank.
Today I wrote them down. I wished
To hear your point of view; but now
You are not up to me.
Salieri
Ugh! Mozart, Mozart!
When am I not up to you? Sit down;
I\'m listening to.
Mozart (at the piano)
Imagine you ... whom would?
Well, even me being a bit younger;
Enamoured - not too much, a little -
With pretty, or with sidekick - even you,
I\'m funny …Bang: a sepulchral apparition,
A sudden gloom or something like that ...
Well, listen now.
(Plays)
Salieri
You went to me with this
And could stand still beside the inn house
And listen to a sightless fiddler! - Jesus!
You, Mozart, really are not worth of you.
Mozart
Or is it so good?
Salieri
What such profoundness,
What daring courage and what such grace subtle !
Mozart, you’re god, and you yourself do not know that;
Me know, me.
Mozart
Bah! right? may it be...
But my divinity wants to eat badly.
Salieri
Listen: we\'ll dine together
In famous Golden Lion tavern.
Mozart
Possible;
I\'m glad. But let me go home and say
To wife and children at the dinner
Not to expect me.
(Went out)
Salieri
Expect you; look then.
Monologue Salieri whith poison in his hand
Not! Not! I can not anymore counter
To my destiny: So I is chosen
To bring him to a stop or we will perish,
All sacrificers, ministers of music,
Not only me with my indistinct glory…
Would it be useful Mozart was alive
And reached more new superlatives?
Will he uplift art by that? Alas, nix;
It will fall down after his disappearing.
He will not leave his heir to all us.
What for is he? A real cherubin
He gave us several songs of Eden,
And to, awakening wingless such desire
In us, offsprings of dust, finally fly away!
So fly away you! Sooner is the better.
(Salieri takes out a rosary)
This poison is the gift from lost Izora
I’m keeping it for eighteen years with me -
And often after that I thought my live was
As a painful wound, oft I was sitting
At a thoughtless opponent table.
And never, never I listened whisper
Of seductions, though I\'m not timid.
Although I perceive resentment profoundly,
Though I don’t love a life. Was hesitating I.
Desire for death excruciates my soul!
Why should I die? I believed in life
Which bring me its presents unexpected;
May be exaltation will visit me,
A creativity night of inspiration;
May be the new Hayden will create
The sublime - and I will enjoy it ...
When I caroused with a guest, by me hated,
Perhaps, I thought, I’ld find more unkinder
foe; maybe the even worst obloquy
From the haughty heights would broke down on me.
Then you will not be lost, gift of Isora.
And I was right! I found in final
My enemy and the new Hayden
Ravished me marvelously with delight!
Now - it’s time! The sacred gift of love
Transfer yourself into the friendship gablet!
Salieri poisons Mozart
(A privet cabinet at an inn. There are Mozart and Salieri at the table)
Salieri
Why are you despondent today?
Mozart
Me? No!
Salieri
You, Mozart, probably are sad about?
Lunch is so tasty, wine is wonderful.
But you are wordless angry such.
Mozart
I confide,
My Requiem perturb me badly.
Salieri
Yeah!
Are you writing Requiem? Whenever?
Mozart
Long ago, about three weeks. But case strange…
Did I not tell you yet?
Salieri
Nay.
Mozart
Some three weeks before, I came home
Quite late and I was told that visitor
Looking for me. Why - I don’t know.
At night I discoursed, what would he be,
And was a deal between of us? At morrow he
Came again, but did not catch me.
Right the third day I was toying on the floor
With my dear sonny. They called me out;
I went out: A man in black camisole,
Civilly bowing down, asked to write
The Requiem and disappeared. I sat at once
To start my writing - and since that time
My man in black was not looking for me.
And I am glad: it would be pitty to stop
My writings though my Requiem almost
Finished.. I by the way ...
Salieri
What?
Mozart
Still small voice of confession …
Salieri
About?
Mozart
My man in black disturbs me badly
Day and night. He’s running after me
Far and wide. And really even now,
I believe, he’s sitting close to us
As t’third.
Salieri
Enough, friend! what is this childish fearing!
Drive away an empty thought. Beaumarchais
Was telling often: “Listen, friend Saliari, ,
If darkness thoughts will visit you,
Uncork a bottle of Champaign wine
Or read again “The Wedding Figaro””
Mozart
Yes! Beaumarchais was your close acquaintance;
You wrote a music to his play “Terar”
And did goodly. There is a special tune…
I often croon it in time happyness…
La la la la… Ah, is it truly story
That Beaumarchais did poison somebody?
Salieri
Do not think so: he was too much absurd
For such handicraft profession.
Mozart
He is genius,
As you and I. So Genius and villainy
Two things are incompatible ... Is it not true?
Salieri
D’you think so?
(Throws poison into Mozart\'s glass.)
Well, drink it.
Mozart
I drink your
Good health my friend, for a frank union,
That connects and Mozart, and Salieri,
Two faithful sons of consonances.
(Drinks.)
Salieri
Hold on,
Hold! Hold!..You drank ... without me…
Mozart introduces Salieri his Requiem
Mozart
(throwing a napkin on the table)
Enough, I\'m well-fed.
(Goes to the piano.)
So Listen then Salieri,
My Requiem.
(Plays.)
Are crying?
Salieri
I a sudden
Pour this water salt: and painful and such nicely,
As if i paid a gargantuan debt,
As if a knife of surgeons excinded
My suffer flesh! Friend Mozart, salty water…
Do not mention. Keep on hurrying
To pour sounds in my soul a gainly…
Mozart
If only everyone so felt the impact vividly
Of garmony! No way: then mankind
Could not be subsisted; no one would
Think about low necessities life of;
Everyone would devote themselves to free pure art.
There are few dedicated lucky people idle,
Neglecting despicable benefits and
Superlative beauty only Priests.
Isn\'t that true? But now I’m sickence fill,
Something is squab inside; let me go sleep.
Farewell!
Salieri
See you.
(Alone
Fall asleep
For ever, Mozart! But is he really just,
And I\'m not a genius? Genius and scoundrelism
Are very incompatible things… Falsehood :
And Buonarotti?.. Or it is a fairy tale
From wanton goofy сrowd - and really
Vatican creator is not a slayer.