Beethoven Reborn - Episode 3
Beethoven Reborn Episode 003
1. 30 days after birth(2)
After a little more time, I was able to move my neck..
It's not perfect yet, but I can now move in the direction I want to look and look around the room..
It's narrower than I thought.
‘Is it my room??’
At first, I thought it was a room given to me, but seeing my parents living here together doesn't seem to be the case..
‘Is this place poorer than I thought? No, then how can there be so many performers?……
There is another question.
There was a door, but it was hard to tell because sometimes it opened to reveal a larger space..
It must be from an aristocratic family, with different musicians playing new music every day..
‘Let alone a nanny, there is no servant in sight..’
Since there were no nannies, I wondered if in the East, parents live together when their children are young..
‘It's not something to worry about too much..’
I wanted to grow up quickly and play the instruments in this family myself..
What was really surprising was that there seemed to be no musical instrument in this house..
This is because you could hear a variety of musical instruments, sometimes a piano, sometimes a violin, and sometimes an ensemble..
I couldn't endure this happy wait because the conditions were perfect for me to make music again..
I can't wait to tell my mother to ask the musicians to play their instruments..
“Wow! Wow!”
“why? What makes our Dobbin feel so good??”
music! Play some music, mother!
“Wow! Wow!”
Those damn vocal chords! Can’t we hurry up and make the right sound?!
“Okay, okay. Should I listen to some music??”
My mother took me in her arms and moved slowly..
This coziness is nice, but the only thing that can quench my thirst is music..
“Now, what should I listen to today??”
My mother held something flat and round in her hand and placed it in a black box. I don't know what she does.
At that moment, a shocking melody was heard from somewhere..
Didi reading-
“Wow. Wow!”
iced coffee! What kind of song is this?!
I couldn't help but shiver as the melody flew through the room..
I couldn't help but be surprised by the melody that moved sometimes like a butterfly, sometimes like a sparrow or a mountain fairy..
At least, it's a song I've never heard before in my lifetime..
Unbelievable. It's an incredibly beautiful melody.
“Wow! Wow!”
“Oh my, why is our Dobin so excited??”
Mother, be quiet! Please stay still for a moment!
I have to appreciate this song!
Ahhh.
Unfortunately, as time passed, the song that had such a strong impact came to an end..
If possible, I would like to meet the person who composed and performed this wonderful piece, but my mother does not seem to have any intention of letting him into my room..
As I was disappointed, I asked my mother to listen to it again, but it only seemed like whining..
As expected, my mother just hugs me and pats me on the back..
If you keep crying, I'll just keep quiet because I'm only annoying my mother, but I really want to hear it again..
But for a moment that feeling.
Another note started to sound and I was soon taken by the new music..
Didi dididing diding.
I can't come to my senses because I am so amazed every day..
It's an incredible development.
‘The song that started with 'Lento' continued beautifully until the end with key changes in the middle..
I barely turned my head from my mother's arms and looked in the direction the sound came from..
‘••••••Box?’
A little while ago, a sound was coming from the box where my mother had put something flat and round in it..
‘What is that?’
It wasn't a person.
It's not a person playing,
This sound was most likely coming from that box..
“Wow?”
Mother, what is that??
“huh? Don't you like this? Then again.”
My mother pressed a certain part of the box..
Didi reading-
In an instant, the shocking melody I heard for the first time came again..
And in that small box!
‘No, what is this?.’
And that too, it was truly a ‘re-enactment’ without any error from the previous performance..
No matter how good a performer is, it is not easy to produce the same sound with the same sensitivity..
No, it's impossible..
Therefore, even if it is the same song by the same performer, there is the joy of attending numerous performances..
But, how can you make the same sound?.
Is it possible to reproduce such an attractive sound?.
This is nothing short of a revolution..
Who is it??
‘iced coffee. if.’
Is he that friend?.
Karl Czerny.
I remembered the child who just cried and said nothing when he first saw me..
Another genius who at first thought he was no different from other pathetic people who cried even though they didn't do anything..
And the man I spent most of my life with.
The song I just heard brought back my friend's nostalgia..
I thought that Carl Czerny might be able to play something like this with his ability..
Because he was a musician who pursued ‘perfection’ through thousands of practices..
Probably, he worked hard even after I died..
‘So it hasn't been that long since I died??’
If so, you'll be lucky.
I don't know where this place is, but someday I'll be able to go back to the original place that hasn't changed that much..
And we will find our mother Rhine.
As I was thinking that, the performance ended again..
Ah, has music developed this much since I died?!
“Wow! Wow!”
yet again.
I want to hear it again.
Really, it would have been so unfair if I hadn't been reborn..
Czerny, I can’t believe he wrote this song..
I'm not the type to praise others, but if I ever see Karl Czerny again, I'd like to say that we should play this song together..
“Wow!”
“Dobin seems to like this song? It's called Hungarian Rhapsody.”
Hungarian Rhapsody?
I couldn't understand the previous words, but my mother said something that made sense..
Certainly, something about the Hungarian gypsies
The melody I was dancing to begins to come to mind..
Strangely enough, this song, in a completely different format, created such a scene..
“Wow?”
“Yes, Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. It's a song written by a man named Franz Liszt..”
At that moment, I could clearly understand just the six syllables my mother said..
If I'm not mistaken, the accent is a little strange, but my mother definitely spoke German..
‘Do you speak German??’
But there was no way to check.
By the way, Franz.
Franz Lystra.
I felt like I'd heard it somewhere, but I couldn't quite remember..
But it's definitely a German name from my hometown..
Does that mean that it is not Czerny's song, but Franz Liszt's song??
The song I just heard had an incredible idea and an incredible development..
How many geniuses have there been in the world?.
If Mozart had enjoyed the same miracle as me, he probably would not have been able to control his joy..
‘Franz Liszt.’
I committed that name to memory..
Ah, how great it would have been if we could have met each other.
It was like the regret I felt when I belatedly saw Schubert’s score..
“this time… … Let's listen to this?”
At that time, after my mother’s words.
calmly.
Familiar sounds began to sound different.
‘ Umm?’
My 1st Symphony, C major.
It was clearly a song I composed, but it was being played on the piano..
‘Who dared touch my song?……
Ding deed deed ding deed deed.
‘……Unbelievable.’
I hated to admit it, but it was an amazing arrangement..
Who is this pianist who plays my 1st symphony, or rather, who arranged it into a piano piece?.
How can the world after I die be full of so many amazing things?!
“Wow! Wow!”
mother! this is! Whose work is this?!
“Do you think Dobin likes Liszt’s song? This is Ritzt's arrangement of Symphony No. 1 by a man named Wetthofen. … … Am I right?”
I still didn't know what my mother meant, but.
Once again, I could clearly hear the name Liszt..
Also, since you mentioned my last name, Wetthofen, I was able to confirm once again that my mother was quite cultured in music..
anyway.
Liszt, who on earth is he that gives him this ability?.
When I am old enough to move, I will definitely meet him..
wherever he is.
“Wow! Wow!”
“Oh my, how has it already been? I'm going to sleep now?”
My mother was patting my stomach and I started to feel sleepy..
This young body is just trying to spend precious time sleeping.
‘stop. stop!’
“Wow!”
I have to listen to this music till the end.
I have to check with my own two ears to see if Franz Liszt, who dared to arrange my song, completed it properly until the end..
“Wow.”
need to check.....
“Wow••••••
check.
“Hush, hush. my baby I sleep well.”
sun… … this:.
“How can our Dobin look so pretty when he sleeps??”
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