Видео

Амадей - шедевр. И особо приятно, что частично по произведению Пушкина

Музыка Сальери по красоте не уступает Моцарту, кроме того, у Сальери было много учеников: Лист, Бетховен, Шуберт и т.д. но никто не был отправлен больше 😅

ЭТО... - это ты...

Мало того, он был еще и прекрасным, глубоко верующим человеком, такой не мог сделаться предателем

@@olyacalypso1253 да, действительно, Антонио Сальери кроме светской музыки сочинял духовные произведения, мессы и произведения для службы, также есть "Реквием" 🙏

@@angel_miheyeva вот именно, таких мало

@@olyacalypso1253 сейчас вот прочитала, Антонио Сальери имел сильно развитое чувство долга ко всем, кто сделал ему добро... Вот и ясно теперь, способен ли он был на плохой поступок, который ему приписывали, если имел совесть и честь...

@@angel_miheyeva однозначно что нет, эх, жаль что не зная утверждают

А гений и злодейство - две вещи несовместные. Не правда ль?

ты плачешь ..? эти слезы..(. Симонов на столе вниз лицом) 😂

@@alexanderprives4509 , ruclips.net/video/Yf3tm0_U8bY/видео.html&pp=gAQB

Сальери оны өлтірмеген, олар әртүрлі елдерде тұрған, Моцарттың телосында ешқандай удың іздерін таппаған, ол Пушкинның оқиғасында ғана Сальери сондай, негізі болмаған, Сальери Моцарттанда атақты болған ғой, оның оқушылары Бетховен, Шуберт, Лист болған, ешқандай көре алмаушылық болмаған 🤷🏻‍♀️

а Как же И С. Бах.. тоже ГЕНИЙ ,но дожил до глубокой старости

Жду тебя; смотри ж. Нет! не могу противиться я доле Судьбе моей: я избран, чтоб его Остановить - не то мы все погибли, Мы все, жрецы, служители музыки, Не я один с моей глухою славой.... Что пользы, если Моцарт будет жив И новой высоты еще достигнет? Подымет ли он тем искусство? Нет; Оно падет опять, как он исчезнет: Наследника нам не оставит он. Что пользы в нем? Как некий херувим, Он несколько занес нам песен райских, Чтоб, возмутив бескрылое желанье В нас, чадах праха, после улететь! Так улетай же! чем скорей, тем лучше.

Мне тож

Названия этих произведений вы знаете?

Особенно произведение нижняя строка левой колонки. Подскажите.

@@sirfermainclancharlie1018, не знаю, посмотрите, что играет Моцарт в тексте оригинала.

Динах. Уже 11

это да @@user-zc6kc7se4b

а как вам эта постановка ruclips.net/video/3aP_vUTHH6Y/видео.html ? По мне эталон

есть видео из Будапешта Смоктуновский читает Две роли .. Как театр одного актера.....Гениально

До просмотра Амадея, а после Мюррей Абрахам лучше.

2021

2023 год

☠️9 лет назад

Пушкин, Олег, был вовсе не так наивен и прекрасно знал жизнь. И своей трагедией он, пусть и посмертно, но рассчитался с Сальери. В Зальцбурге уже лет 70 или больше раз в два года собирается так называемый "Трибунал Сальери". Это любители истории музыки и большие её знатоки. И они давно установили, что при жизни обоих композиторов всё обстояло с точностью до наоборот. Нам сегодня трудно в это поверить, но документы не врут. Музыка Сальери имела у современников куда больший успех, чем музыка Моцарта. Оперы и концерты Сальери посещались намного лучше и Сальери имел гораздо больше самых выгодных заказов. И это Моцарт бешено завидовал Сальери и даже желал ему смерти. Он так и написал своему отцу: "Как же мне на каждом шагу мешает этот Сальери! Хоть бы он, наконец, уже умер!". Письмо это давно найдено. Пушкин, почти современник обоих, не мог этого всего не знать. И возникает вопрос: ЗАЧЕМ?! Зачем великий поэт России намеренно оклеветал Сальери? А ведь Пушкин сам дал нам ключ к разгадке этой тайны. В его трагедии Моцарт вовсе не случайно вспоминает оперу Сальери "Тарар". В этой комической опере Сальери и Бомарше очень зло и едко прошлись по двум главным кумирам Пушкина: по Петру Первому и Абраму Ганибалу, прадеду поэта. И Пушкин не простил.

Я в шоке! Сидела, рыдала,все 45 и нате... Ну хоть Иннокентия посмотрю и порадуюсь. Чудо, благословенное!

@@semenusishkin5519 , вы сказочкин. Разве можно сравнить музыку ГЕНИАЛЬНОГО МОЦАРТА, с музыкой Сальери ? Первый - композитор ПЛАНЕТАРНОГО МАСШТАБА , ЕГО ПОТРЯСАЮЩИЕ ПРОИЗВЕДЕНИЯ ЗНАЕТ ВЕСЬ МИР !!! ЭТА КЛАССИКА -- НАВЕЧНО !!!Сальери знают , но довольно мало. Пушкин не оклеветал Сальери. Моцарт умер в 36 лет , смерть его загадочна. Дыма без огня не бывает... а Сальери ещё долго жил. Тогда Сальери был в моде, но не он , а МОЦАРТ оставил после себя Бессмертную Славу и Любовь миллиардов его поклонников.

@@galinakireeva2385 а остальные? Монтеверди например?

@@semenusishkin5519 а вы внимательны)

Блин, отдш , братан, я думала этот фильм никогда не начнётся

SCENE 1 Room S a l i e r i There is no truth on earth they say. There is no truth in heaven either. It's clear as day to me, so plain to see. With love for art I came to birth; In childhood when the organ played High up in the age-old church of ours I'd listen with delight, as sweet Involuntary tears fell down my face. From idle pastime I refrained untimely; I hated all the sciences except for music I stubbornly and haughtily repudiated them And gave myself entirely to music. It's hard to make first step, First path is always boring. The early miseries I easily came over And made a craft a pedestal to art; So I became a craftsman, and I gave My fingers dull and docile fluency And loyalty to ear. And I killed The sounds, and dissolved the music Like a dead body. I checked up harmony With algebra. Well versed in science, I dared lapse into creative dreams. And I began composing; secretly, in silence, Without daring to think of fame. I'd often sit in silent cell for a few days Forgetting utterly about sleep and food, Enjoying tears and delight if inspiration I'd burn my work and coldly watch My thoughts and sounds I'd begotten Along with smoky air disappear. What do I say? When the great Gluck Came opening to us fascinating secrets (new intimate and captivating secrets) Didn't I cast aside all I had known, All I had loved and what I had believed in, Didn't I freshly follow him, resigned, Wasn't I sent by counterpart in different direction? By energetic, tense consistency I had at last achieved a high degree of Proficiency in art. Renown smiled on me I found in the hearts of people Response to my creative works. I was delighted: I peacefully enjoyed My work, success and fame as well as The works and luck of friends Associates in the amazing art. Oh no! I've never known envy No never! Neither when Puccini Could please the ear of wild Parisians Nor when I heard for the first time The first accords of Iphigenia. And who will say Salieri was a proud man Some time a hateful envious man, A viper, trampled down by humans, And gnawing sand and dust despairingly? Nobody will!.. But now - I'll say it - now I am an envious man. I envy deeply And poignantly. Oh, Heaven! Where is the virtue, when the holy gift Has not been sent as a reward For burning love, work, self-denial, zeal And prayer but instead Lights up the madman's head And idler's mind? Oh Mozart, Mozart! Enter Mozart M o z a r t Oh yeah! You saw it! And I wanted To treat you to an unexpected joke. S a l i e r i You are here! - How long? M o z a r t Right now. Well, I was going To show you something; but As was passing by the pub I suddenly heard a violin play, Oh no, my friend, Salieri! You never heard a funnier thing… A blind man played voi che sapete Miraculous! I couldn't help but bring him here. To entertain you to his art Come in! Enter the blind man, violin in hand Something from Mozart! The old man plays an aria from Don Juan; Mozart laughs. S a l i e r i How can you laugh? M o z a r t Oh, Salieri! Aren't you laughing? S a l i e r i No. I do not find it funny when a worthless painter Stains Raphael's Madonna for me, I do not find it funny When a contemptible buffoon Dishonours Alighieri. Now get off, old man. M o z a r t Wait: here you are Drink to my health. Exit the old man Salieri, You're down at heart. I'll come to you Some other time. S a l i e r i What have you brought me? M o z a r t No - well, a trifle. The other day, at night Insomnia tormented me, And two or three ideas came to my mind. Today I've put them down. And I wanted To hear your opinion, but I see You don't have time for me. S a l i e r i Oh, Mozart, Mozart! I always have got time for you. Sit down; I'm listening. M o z a r t (at the piano) Imagine ... Whom shall I play? Well, let's say, me - a little younger; A loving man - not much, but just a bit - With beauty, or a friend - or, say, with you, I'm happy ... Suddenly: a deathly vision Pitch darkness or a thng like that ... Well, listen. (He plays) S a l i e r i You were on your way to me And stopped outside the pub To listen to the blind violinist! God! You, Mozart, are unworthy of yourself. M o z a r t Well, is it all right? S a l i e r i Oh what a depth! What courage and what harmony! You're god, and you are not aware of it, Mozart; I know it, yes I do. M o z a r t Oh, really? Maybe ... But my divinity is hungry. S a l i e r i Now listen: let's have lunch together At Golden Lion Pub. M o z a r t Well, I don't mind; I'm glad. But let me first go home And tell my wife Not to expect me for the lunch. (Exit) S a l i e r i I'll wait. Be sure to come. Oh no! I can't resist my fate: I'm chosen to restrain and stop him Or else we shall all die, Yes all of us, clergyman, adherents of music, And not just me with the deaf fame of mine… What is the use, if Mozart is alive And reaches a new height? Will he raise music art ? Well, no; It will collapse when he fades out: And he won't leave an heir either. So what's the use? Like a cherub, He's brought us a few songs of Paradise, So that, perturbing wingless wish in us, Children of ashes, fly away! So fly away! The sooner you will do the better. Here is the poison, Izora's latest gift. I've kept it for about eighteen years And ever since my life appears A godly wound to me, and I would often sit With a carefree friend of mine at table, And I have never bowed To whisper of temptation, though I am not A coward, and I am quick to take offence, And though I don't like life so much. I lingered. Thirst for death tormented me Why die? I fancied: life might bring Some unexpected gifts, perchance. And, joy, creative night and inspiration Might possibly attend me, and, perhaps, A Haydn might create an outstanding thing, And I would take delight ... I feasted with the hateful guest, I thought that I might find, the worst of enemy, Perchance from up a haughty height The worst offense might fall on me - Then you, Izora's gift, would not get lost, And I was right! I found in the end My enemy, and new Haydn Suprisingly intoxicated me with joy! The time has come! You precious gift of love, Turn into cup of friendship now. SCENE 2 Special room in the pub; а piano. Mozart and Saliery sitting at table S a l i e r i Why are you gloomy? M o z a r t Me? No! S a l i e r i You are upset to-day, aren't you, Mozart? The food is good, the wine is fine, And you look gloomy and keep silent. M o z a r t To tell the truth, My Requiem worries me. S a l i e r i Oh! You are composing Requiem? How long? M o z a r t Since long ago, three weeks or so But, strangely… Did I tell you? S a l i e r i No. M o z a r t Now listen. Three weeks or so ago I came home late. They told me somebody had called on me, I don't know why, And I was thinking all night long: Who was it? What did he need? The following day he called again But didn't find me in. And then one day As was playing with my boy, Somebody hailed me. I went out A man in black bowed kindly to me And ordered Requiem, and disappeared. I started working right away - and ever since The black man never came to me; Well, I am glad: I would be sorry To give it up. Although my Requiem Is almost ready now. Meanwhile… S a l i e r i What? M o z a r t I am ashamed of telling you… S a l i e r i What is it? M o z a r t Day in day out my black man Gives me no rest. Persuing me Just like a shadow. Now It seems to me he's sitting here Next to us. S a l i e r i Well, that's enough! Why fear like a child? Dispel your empty thought. Beaumarchais Once said to me: "Now listen , brother, When a black thought enters your mind, Uncork a bottle of champagne Or read "The Marriage of Figaro" once again. M o z a r t Yes! Beaumarchais, he was a friend of yours; You wrote the "Tarara" for him Great piece of work. I has a tune… I keep repeating it when I am happy… La-la-la-la… Salieri, is it true That Beaumarchais was poisoned? S a l i e r i I don't think so: he was too funny For such a thing. M o z a r t He's a genius, isn't he? Like you and I. While genius and villainy Are incompatible, are they? S a l i e r i You think so? (throws poison into Mozart's glass) Now drink it, will you? M o z a r t To your good health. My friend, and to sincere friendship, Uniting Mozart and Salieri, Two sons of harmony. (drinks it) S a l i e r i Wait, wait, Wait, have you drunk it… without me? M o z a r t (throws the serviette down on the table) I've had enough (goes up to the piano) Listen, Salieri To my Requiem (he plays it) Are you crying? S a l i e r i I'm shedding tears For the first time: both nice and painful, As if I'd done my heavy duty As if a healing knife had cut My suffering part! Mozart, my friend, These tears… Don't pay attention. Hurry up Fill up my soul with sounds… M o z a r t If only everyone so felt the power Of harmony! But no: for then, most likely, The world would stop: no one would take the trouble To care for the base needs of common life; All would devote themselves to art in freedom, How few we are: the carefree and elect Who can afford to scorn utility And serve as zealots of the one God Beauty. Is that not so? But I'm not well today. A heaviness is on me; I will go and sleep. Farewell! S a l i e r i Good-bye. (Alone) You'll fall asleep For a long time, Mozart! But is he really right To say that I am not a genius? Genius and villainy are incompatible. It isn't true. And Bonarotti? Or is it just a fairy tale of crazy stupid crowd, And founder of Vatican was not a killer? {there may be errors}

ruclips.net/video/3aP_vUTHH6Y/видео.html

Нет, Николай Симонов лучший😠🥺

Я!