Saraband Page #3
"Lebhafte Viertel ohne jeden|Audsdruck und stets Pianissimo"
- You know?|- It looks difficult anyhow.
So I sat there with my|shattered mind and I tried.
I begged him to let me off|the hook, to no avail.
He made me play the same part|at least twenty times!
Finally I said. quietly:|"I don't give a damn about this".
I said that it wasn't a class,|it was animal torture.
Henrik was also angry,|but he laughed and said that I should...
try from the beginning, where it says:
"Lebhaft, sehr markiert...|mit festen Bogenstrichen."
I was so angry that I couldn't.|He said I was doing it on purpose.
I said that he didn't have the|skills to teach: I was unfair.
Dad is the most patient, sensitive and|courteous teacher there is.
He said it had nothing to|do with the teaching,
but rather with willpower|and discipline...
and that I was lazy.|That I was lazy!
Then I got up and left the|cello because I was trembling.
I said that it was enough for the day|and that I was going out for a walk.
He turned pale.|I'd never seen him like that.
And he said:
|"You're not leaving".I put my boots on and|headed for the door.
I didn't hear him approach,|but he grabbed me by the shoulders...
You're not leaving!
You're not leaving!
I sat and cried.
And I said:
"Never again,|never again,...never again".
And kept crying|until I felt empty.
Then I thought of coming over to see|granddad and begging him to help me...
leave that lunatic.|It was too much for me.
Now the old man can take|care of his crazy son:
send him to the farm,|go to the police...
or kill him.
Then I became aware that|from now on, I know nothing.
I know nothing about my life,|what I'll do or become.
Then I realized|that mom is dead,
and I can't ask her anything.
I was overcome with sorrow for|myself and cried again.
You must think I'm a very|nervous person, but I'm not.
- Do you think Henrik is suicidal?|- If he'd kill himself?
In an extreme situation like|the one you're describing...
could he hurt himself?
You know, to be honest,|I don't know my father very well.
I only know that deep|inside he's... good.
If not, mom never...
Mom loved him, you know?|They loved each other.
And I suppose I was|out of that love.
That's what I think when I'm feeling sorry for|myself and I get tired of my boyfriends.
Why can't I feel love|like mom did?
Were you afraid your dad would|kill himself after her death?
I never gave his|tragedy much thought.
But I tried to take care of mom,|as much as he'd let me.
Mom was never very talkative.
But on one of her last days...
She was always drowsy|from the morphine...
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