silent melody

Chapter 9 [Winter] Vivaldi's Last Summer Day

Germany unconditionally surrendered on May 1945, 5.

Japan/Japan surrendered unconditionally on August 1945, 8.

The /second/time/world/world/big/war is over.

If a war hurts human beings, it can simply be ended by literally surrendering.

The end of the war did not change the dire situation in the world, nor did it change Lin Bo's lonely atmosphere.Memoirs of the association After the end of the wartime assistance mission, the incarnate individual continued to devote himself to the post-war reconstruction process.While this process is endless, Lin Bo also continues to be neglected.

Early 1947, winter.

Eight years have passed since the postcard sent to Pergolesi in the early winter of 1939, and there has been no letter from Johann Sebastian Bach. Eight years later, Vivaldi was still writing letters.

"Mr. Bach...my Limber friends and I sincerely hope that you are safe and sound on the battlefield..."

"My Limbo friends and I understand your troubles... Limbo's condition is getting worse every day, it can't be worse..."

"Pray that you are safe and sound... Lin Bo's people are leaving one after another, and we are helpless..."

"I hope you are well again... Please don't abandon us, we are desperate..."

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Yet there was no messenger to deliver the letters telling of his and his companions' plight.The letters just piled up in the mailbox in Limber Harbor, and the mailbox was never opened.

But when it comes to the total amount of hope that Lin Bo and these poor seniors have for this junior who has never met in the association, it is getting smaller and smaller every day.Many of the people who shared the joy of receiving letters and postcards with Vivaldi are no longer there; even Vivaldi himself has to pay attention to his own deteriorating physical condition that is difficult to ignore, and his best friend Albinoni .

On a spring morning two years ago/1945, when Scarlatti and Vivaldi searched for Albinoni for several days without success and finally came to Albinoni's room in despair, they found Albino Ni was lying on his bed.Nothing seemed to happen: Albinoni lay peacefully, painlessly, and motionless in his snow-white nightgown, covered with a quilt.His companions called his name with tears, and he opened his eyes, but the tenderness of the past was no longer in those brown eyes, only emptiness and numbness remained.

Two years have passed.Albinoni was still like that spring morning, unable to speak or move, like an ancient statue, he lay silently on the bed, with a lifeless and beautiful face.

"Today I will continue to describe my operas... I said that I have written 81 operas. Which one is this? The number will be added later...Artamene, performed at the San Angelo Theater during the Carnival in 1741, is still familiar The old theater, the collaborator is also the familiar old Bartolomeo Vitturi..."

Vivaldi sat at the end of the bed, reading aloud.This is the notebook where Albinoni recorded his memories during his lifetime, in case he could never recall them again.Vivaldi and Scarlatti hoped to evoke Albinoni's scattered memories through this method, but two years of trying day after day had no effect.Albinoni just remained silent on the bed as always, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face.

Vivaldi puts down Albinoni's diary.He didn't know how long he could be with this poor friend. It was already 1947, and he understood what this meant to himself who died in 1741.The disease he was born with, he also accompanied the priest after death. The pain in his chest and the tightness of his breathlessness have become more and more serious in recent years.But should he blame others for this?No, he should be sweet, passionate, lively, even in the last hours of his life, only a little bit of bitterness and cold self-deprecation.

He left Albinoni's room.The band is about to perform their Sunday routine at Picpus/Picpus.

The audience sits in silence in the great hall of the Picpus Hermitage.Although it was daytime, the hall was still lit.Under the dim light, the orchestra is playing the Violin Concerto in E-flat Major / ConcertoinE-flatMajorforViolin, RV251.Vivaldi didn't want to play his own work and play first violin at the same time when his condition was declining every day, but he didn't want to live up to the expectations of his friend and student Pisendel in Dresden .

For Vivaldi's usual style, the Violin Concerto in E flat major is an odd piece.Complex structures and extremely long movements (especially the Adagio).But this is no accident.Influenced by the Naples/Napolitan school in his later years, the Venetian school lost its advantage even in its hometown.Vivaldi's music was no longer popular, and his financial resources were no longer guaranteed.Despite his age, he was as anxious as any young man to salvage his reputation and even revise his years-old style.He absorbed the characteristics of the Neapolitan school and adopted a more complex musical structure.But the age of the Venetian school is over, and audiences no longer need these old musicians, even if they once brought so much joy to themselves.

Just out of financial need and self-esteem, Vivaldi is still working hard, regardless of his age, poor physical condition and audience who are no longer cold.His late work still achieves astonishing results in an inevitable decline.

After the bitter and cold Adagio ended, Vivaldi found it difficult for him to support the end of the third movement.Muscle tension exacerbates the pain in his chest, and he remembers how he left Mass three times because of his asthma...but he couldn't give up his music.His self-esteem is still struggling, even though the pain has caused his tears to drip on his piano.A joyous allegro movement should end joyfully, even if it bears the poignancy of an abandoned musician.

After the concert program ended, Vivaldi quickly, almost staggered, back behind the scenes.Pisondale also left the stage and hurried to see his teacher.

"John...I'm sorry for you, and for the orchestra and the audience...I made a couple of obvious E-string whistles, and I'm afraid I won't be able to return..." Vivaldi broke out, clutching the In the pit of his heart, tears flowed down because of the pain, dripping and splashing on the long red hair.

"Teacher, you..." Before Pissendale could speak, Vivaldi had already fainted at his feet.

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A series of situations happened one after another, although it was very unacceptable, Vivaldi finally gave up the performance of the orchestra.He left the orchestra and tried to find a way out just as he had left Venice for Vienna in 1740, with the slightest hope.But he knew it was impossible, as he knew that last summer day in Vienna in 1741.

In the beginning, he still came to Albinoni’s side every day, reading the diary for him, trying to call back the kind and gentle friend of the past; every day he would pick up his beloved violin from time to time, Play cheerful or sad melodies.However, when his body became weaker and weaker, when he was gradually unable to hold his friend's diary firmly, and he could not hold his piano; The diary, or even a section of the diary, could not insist on finishing a concerto, or even a movement in it... His voice became trembling and weak, and the former violin master had no pitch...he could only give up.

In his place, Pissendale read from Albinoni's diary and played violin in the orchestra.I no longer need myself here.

1947 seemed to have an earlier winter than usual.

Since Tommaso Ruffo/Ruffo became the Cardinal of Ferrara in 1737, Vivaldi was ostracized so that he could no longer enter Ferrara due to "not going to mass" and "too close association with female students" . In 1739, when Vivaldi's opera could not be staged in Ferrara, he turned to his patron, the Marquis Bentivoglio, to avoid the huge debts that would result:

"After I created 94 works, I became famous all over Europe. In any case, I can no longer bear such humiliation... Your Excellency, now I have no way out... I beg your mercy and don't abandon me... Who hurt me honor, it is tantamount to taking my life..."

The Marquis was so impatient that he withdrew his sponsorship of Vivaldi.

After a crushing defeat in the Ferrara opera world and his dismissal from the Metta Orphanage, Vivaldi was in deep crisis. In May 1740, Vivaldi had to go to Austria to seek a turnaround, because Charles VI was his loyal old music fan there.From this Vivaldi hoped to find possible patrons among the Viennese nobility, for he had so high hopes that his opera L'oracolo in Messenia would be staged at the Krntnertor Theatre.

After months of difficult travel, Vivaldi finally arrived in Vienna.What greeted him was the news of the death of Charles VI and the outbreak of the war for the Austrian/District/Life throne.A city displaced by war needs no opera.

On February 1741, 2, a snowy winter day, after two failures, Vivaldi was finally able to meet Anton Ulrich, Duke of Saxe-Meiningen.Faced with this well-known music patron and sheet music collector, Vivaldi only hoped to sell a few of his concertos.

The duke, however, turned him down.

The poor and oppressed musician in Vienna walked on the road like the surface of a frozen lake with what little perseverance he had left.

The monotonous day ends, and the monotonous morning arrives.

One month ends, another month ends.

Vienna.

Gray buildings, gray sky.

The rattle of the slaughterhouse, the roar of the factory.

On this equally cold night in 1947.

Linbo is snowing, the first snow of the year.

"Lord help me wait

Get through today's hard work"

The cold breath penetrated into Vivaldi's humble residence from the thin walls, and the light from the kerosene lamp was almost condensed.

"Now the late form elongates

dusk has come

busy world

silent"

Cold and disease forced the priest to come to his equally cold bed.

"One day's tormented life

past"

Snowflakes rustled on the window panes, and the wind whistled outside.

"I wait for work

also finished"

Strange hallucinations flickered through this icy vespers.

"God have mercy

The reward of a secure home

rest with tranquility

Have peace tonight"

It is the warmth of summer, coming silently from the depths of memory.

"Through my Lord Jesus Christ

Amen"

This warmth comes from the warm sun in Vienna in 1741.Vivaldi's last summer.

On June 1741, 6, Vivaldi finally sold his concerto.The buyer was the Duke of Bohemia/Tommaso Vinciguerradi Collalto of Corato, for which Vivaldi received 28 Hungarian ducats—only for a day in a small hotel in Vienna.

"I, Antonio Vivaldi, hereby confirm that this transaction is genuine."

He signed his name, in a vine-like shape.Months of grief made his name seem like a delicate adjective.

Only one month left, 30 days of summer.

He soon ran out of money and fell into poverty again.In Vienna, he was just a stranger, an unemployed musician.

He has been struggling with fever and exhaustion caused by lung disease all his life, he is already too tired, although his blood is still flowing, flowing into his sad heart; even though he is still breathing, every breath is just toward The ending is one step closer.He was still struggling, but his body was already unavoidable, like a porcelain bottle that fell to the ground.

Lung gangrene.

1741年7月27日到28日的夜间，他夜不能寐。当28日夏日的暖阳洒落时，安娜·基洛叫来了医生。

The doctor follows the disgruntled landlord and the anxious songstress to the house of the widow of the saddler Wahler.

They saw only one body.

There is still temperature.

It is inappropriate to say that Vivaldi is not responsible for the fiasco of Ferrara and his departure from the Metta Orphanage. contributed to this result.But can we therefore generalize him as a composer who pursues fame and fortune, is short-sighted, and gets what he deserves in the end, or a hypocritical priest who behaves badly and pretends to be hypocritical?The former is an exaggeration, while the latter is unavoidable to slap the situation in the early 18th century in line with modern entertainment psychology.He is eager to make money and even uses unscrupulous means, largely due to his poor family background, and he has to do it when the whole family gathers together to maintain his business; he is arrogant and shows off, which is precisely due to his inner inferiority and anxiety.Behind his raucous music and rapid rhythm, there is inevitably the frustration of a person who has been ignored since he was a child; what some slow movements reveal is the inner panic of a person who is so self-satisfied and conceited on the surface ...these are not figments of the imagination.

The source of extravagance is the need to hire servants...but there must be 4-5 people around at any time...It just shows the loneliness, anxiety and extreme lack of security in the priest's heart.

And the inscription written above almost all manuscripts: LDBMDA.

"Praise be to the Virgin Mary who conceived my Lord Amen"

But how meaningful is it to talk about the character of musicians now?

He was dead, in the Viennese summer.Death in summer.Seasons, sunshine, flowers, fragrance, blue sky, everything is the same as yesterday.The sun still shines.

Warm, cheerful, just as the musician himself described / Zeffirettoches correnelprato RV717III:2:

"The whispering little breeze

whispering little stream

my wish

Still

At least tell my loved ones

My torment and my thoughts on him"

Travel back to a winter night in 1947.It was snowing.Lin Bo's cold cabin.

But none of that mattered to Vivaldi anymore.He just felt the warmth of that summer day.The warmth of death in midsummer.

The beautiful aria called in his fading consciousness.

"The river whispers love

wind whispers love

swallows sing love

The shepherdess chanted love"

Waiting for 8 years without any news; losing the opportunity to meet relatives in the other world, and being unable to become a memoir materialized individual to bring glory to the family-what does it matter?

"Come on my love

My heart is filled with tenderness"

The scenery of Venice on the postcard in hand: blue sky, blue sea, white church and moving gondolas... He returned to the house by the Grand Canal, and the two sisters rushed down from the house, and the sea breeze disturbed their lives. long hair...

"I will be waiting for you"

warm hugs...

"Always Calling You"

The warmth of summer is gone.Be it Venice or Vienna.From the minor seventh to the minus seventh, the mysterious "sleep" melody in the concerto "Night".Abandoning G major forever, like Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, the red-haired priest closed his eyes in the hut on a snowy night.

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【references】

1. Antonio Vivaldi's Last Summer. Vienna 1741

2. BBC Music Guide: Vivaldi

3. Masters of the Baroque

4. Vivaldis_Late_Style_Final_Fruition_or_Terminal_Decline

5. Biography of Vivaldi

6. antonio-vivaldi.eu

【Involving music】

1. ConcertoinE-flatMajorforViolin, RV251/II.Largo song

2. Antonio Vivaldi:ErcolesulTermodonte(Lib:Anon;Transc.C.Hazell;Perf.Ed.ClaudioOsele)-Zeffirettichesussurate

3. Antonio Vivaldi: Flute Concerto in G minor Op. 10 No. 2RV439, 'Lanotte'-VIlsonno-Largo

The author has something to say:

In this chapter, after the bombing of Dresden, Albinoni fell into a state of ignorance, which is heartbreaking; for 8 years, no matter what Vivaldi called, Bach never heard from him... The intensification of the disease made Vivaldi finally give up After listening to music, in loneliness, pain and self-blame, he slowly walked towards his end.In Vienna two centuries ago, that was his last summer; now, in the same hallucinations of nostalgia for home, he yearns for the warmth of death in midsummer.

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