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Salieri poisoned 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
Salieri poisoned Mozart

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?

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