Lisinski Page #2

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they meet in the forest of Tukanac

where they learn to sing

the songs composed by Lisinski.

That wasn't so good, children.

Not "krv nevrije", but "krv ne vrije".

Now let us take it from the beginning.

But in all that idealistic fervor,

nobody thought to take care of Lisinski.

To survive, he went

from house to house,

teaching the children of his fellow

citizens music, for a meager compensation.

You see, Vatroslav, it's good

I was able to talk my father

into letting you have this room.

Not exactly luxurious, but at least

this way I can take care of you a bit.

You are not even listening to me.

- I'm listening, dear, I'm listening.

I apologize; you are so sweet and kind.

I become worried at a mere thought

that your family might

find out you come up here.

But, darling...

You see, my little Heda,

I lack the courage

to ask for your hand in marriage.

I haven't achieved anything

yet, it is all so pathetic.

All will be well, darling, you will see.

Oh, my two doves,

I apologize for intruding.

Perhaps you want me to leave - I will

then disappear, like a magician.

triga is here;

Striga is gone.

But dear triga...

- I kiss your hand.

Just stay, you are the only one who

knows our secret. Put it down, friend...

Thank you. - You are

always welcome here with us.

I received a magic parcel myself.

- Oooh, that is wonderful.

Look, magicians all around.

- Well, you haven't seen anything yet.

Watch carefully. My hands

are empty now. Right?

Hocus pocus,

my contribution to this celebration.

- Bravo, Striga. Excellent.

Please have a seat, friend. - Thank you.

Where do you get all this energy from,

Striga? You are truly like a meteor.

What? What am I?

A meteor, a bright little meteor

on our otherwise sorrowful sky.

We shall all become meteors,

comets if need be.

We will sweep with our bright tails through

our dormant surroundings that ail us so.

triga, you are truly wonderful.

But children, joking aside.

Listen to me, Vatroslav.

I think you have spent enough time composing

those little songs and patriotic tunes.

triga, you know... - Please

don't interrupt me before I'm finished.

You, Vatroslav Lisinski,

will compose an opera. - Opera?

Yes, yes. An opera,

the first Croatian opera.

Here, take a look.

This here is the libretto.

It was written by Janko Car,

and edited by Demetar himself.

You think that we... - Yes, yes, us.

We will have our own opera.

It will be titled "Love & Malice".

You will write an opera?

Oh my God, oh my God.

Only a man like Lisinski could

compose the first Croatian opera.

Dare I decide to do this?

Do I have the strength for it?

You do, Vatroslav. You must.

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