Song of Love Page #2

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I have transformed it into music ..

You are my soul, and my heart.

My suffering, my joy

and my faithful image.

My other part.

You are my dream or

beautiful, my reality

and my vital mirror of

paradise on earth...

and in eternity.

It's a weird wedding

gift, but it's yours...

I wrote it for you.

It's all I can give you.

I will never be able to tell

you, how beautiful I find it.

PROFESSOR SCHUMANN

- Could I talk to Prof. Schumann?

- He's busy.

I come from Dresden.

I bring a letter for him.

Ah .. He's giving

a music lesson.

But come on...

Wait in there...

It may take a little longer.

That is not a way to treat a baby!

I'll take it!

Let him take it ..

I'll take it!

I take it!

No, I take it!

This chicken is mine.

It's mine!

How many brothers are you?

No, my dear, do not move anymore.

You'll wet the whole floor ..

You're going to sneeze.

We have her!

I went up to the fashion c!

He attacked her. I tried to kill her.

He is saying that to

avoid reprimands.

Who let it go?

- It was her!

- I did not go, it was you...

- I did not do it!

- He did it!

When will it be possible

to work in this house?

If you discover the mode, say it ..

Spinning, up and

down for an hour ..

Excuse me, Robert, but someone

pulled the hen out of the cage.

- I do not know who it was.

- It's impossible to bear them!

Little children, little children!

I'm not going to sell

them to the gypsies.

I tried, but they did not accept them ..

Robert, it's New Year's Eve and we're

going to receive people for dinner.

There is a lot of work.

They had to catch the chicken ..

It is good.

Ferdinand, now t. Desn date.

We go like this. Marie,

Julie, take him!

Ferdinand! Ferdinand!

- Bertha, I want to talk to you ..

- I hear you.

My wife has too many chores ..

It is not my fault that so many

children were born to him.

Of course not..

But my wife is an artist.

You should not take

care of the children...

Sweep the floors,

or make the beds.

What are the artists

with many children?

Take your hands off that cake.

The hen!

I mean Bertha a ..

In the future, you should see to

it that she does not work so much.

That means I do not work

hard enough, right?

Do not.

How many hands do you think I have?

Or he prefers that I

teach him my bunions.

- Bertha, I really.

- I do not work hard enough!

To sleep I must put

my feet in hot water

and then rub them with oil.

I get up when I'm not safe.

I'm busy, from morning to night.

- And you say that I work little!

- But, Bertha...

I work for a few cents and...

It's fine, Bertha. I know it's

not his fault, I understand.

But I know that we will take care that things

are organized better starting from today.

I'm counting on you.

Bertha.

What happens now? Have you decided

that visits make no time?

Professor Schumann...

I bring a letter for you ..

Bertha. Come with me, son.

Bertha! Felix!

That beauty.

I really tell you Prof.

Schumann...

Disc lpeme.

How long have you been waiting?

It's not important..

She forgot about me ..

From Joachim.

- As follows?

- It was very good when I left it.

Sit down please.

Prof. Schumann...

You are the only one with whom

you would prefer to study.

I know I'm young...

Do not worry.

Joachim appreciates him very much.

Touch something you have written.

It's a rhapsody ..

Continue! Continue!

Clara, you came to listen.

.Is my wife.

Please, continue.

But quibble gabn.

You will be more comfortable.

Who is he?

A young composer

Joachim ordered it.

Yes Robert, but who is he? Who?

Brahms. Johannes Brahms.

Come on, continue.

Thank you.

I wish I could write

something like that.

It's different, extra or.

It's a new kind of music.

It is magnificent.

Why come to study with me?

- Are you kidding?

- Do not.

Prof. Schumann, since I

learned to play the piano...

since I hear music,

with all my devotion.

I was his admirer.

That's why I want to study with you.

And also because I appreciate his work

more than any other composer in Europe.

Any other composer gives Europe.

I guess you know there are

very few musicians...

that they share their enthusiasm.

Alg n modest crisis in the provinces.

We received some letters,

from time to time.

We are living. I teach...

I do criticism for

some magazines.

I write my works and we wait.

We hope we live long enough.

This house is very big. Do you want

to live in it while you study?

With pleasure.

I suppose you can pay for

the lodging, I hope so.

The baby. I forgot to feed him.

- Bertha!

- I do not work hard enough, huh?

Every night, my feet in hot

water to be able to sleep ..

Ten years working

in this house...

the only thing left of

me are skins and sebum.

- Bertha, what are you talking about?

- Ask that man!

Bertha, no...!

What have you done?

See, I...

But we have eight

guests to dinner.

I swear, Clara, we had

a little discussion...

but we reach a total

understanding.

- They arrived?

- Word of honor.

And in the heat of the discussion you

did not hit him with a frying pan...

- By the head?

- Do not.

Why you will enter the men in the kitchen.

Eight guests.

What are we going to do?

Robert, put on your coat and go tell

them there will be no dinner ..

But today is New Year's Eve!

Could not we, Prof.

Schumann and I...?

Well said!

- You and I will make dinner!

- Do not!

You will not need or help us ..

Or that you appear in the kitchen ..

Robert, you can not do

that with our friends ..

Well, we'll get c modes.

Carrots!

Yams!

Bertha does not even

kill the hen ..

The hen for dinner ..

- Kill her?

- Sure, we will not eat it alive...

It's simple. Just cut the neck.

What are you waiting for, Robert?

It will not be necessary to

remove the feathers before?

Do not say nonsense!

Go ahead, c gela by the legs ..

I am a music teacher,

not a murderer ..

- Do it t.

- I?

It's just cutting the throat.

I could not. It takes strength.

That is men's work ..

I will do..

Mr. Brahms, I knew it was you.

A brave...

since he said he would

live in this house.

- Are you sure the knife cuts well?

- I'm afraid so..

I'll go to the cellar to look for the wine.

Nothing of that. If I

can stand it, you too.

- She has put an egg!

- What? Clear!

- Ahab?

- She has laid an egg ..

It would be hard to kill her now.

It would not be right.

Poor girl Poor girl.

And you must have scared her.

Do not worry.

You can put as many

eggs as you want.

I do not want to talk about it

but, what are we going to eat?

There's not going to be enough of

an omelette for eleven people.

Well, if you do not mind and

as a New Year's present...

When I passed by the pollera

I saw a certain goose.

I swear, my friends,

that the goose was dead.

12 - Midnight.

Happy New Year!

Happy A or New, Brahms!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

- Be careful, very careful.

- But what is that?

The hour of the orc!

Who has the lead soldiers?

Here you are!

- But they are little fish!

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