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 Monologue Salieri with poison.
Not! Not! I can not anymore counter
To my  destiny: So I is chosen
To bring him to a stop or we will perish,
All   sacrificers,   ministers of music,
Not only me with my  indistinct glory…
Would it be useful  Mozart was alive
And reached more new superlatives?
Will he  uplift art by that? Alas, nix;
It will fall down after his disappearing.
He will not leave his heir to all us.
What for is  he?  A real cherubin
He gave us several songs of Eden,
And to, awakening wingless such desire
In us, offsprings of dust, finally fly away!
So fly away you! Sooner is the better.

(Salieri takes out a rosary)
This poison is the gift from lost Izora
I’m keeping it for eighteen years with me  -
And often after that I thought my live was
As a painful  wound, oft  I was sitting
At a thoughtless opponent  table.
And never, never I listened whisper
Of seductions, though  I'm not timid.
Although I perceive resentment profoundly,
Though I don’t  love a life. Was hesitating I.
Desire for death excruciates my soul!
Why should I die? I believed in life
Which  bring me its presents unexpected;
 May be   exaltation will visit me,
A creativity night of inspiration;
May be the new Hayden will create
The sublime - and I will enjoy it ...

When I caroused with a  guest, by me hated,
Perhaps, I thought, I’ld find more unkinder
foe; maybe the even worst obloquy
From the haughty heights would broke down on me.
Then you will not be lost, gift of Isora.
And I was right! I  found in final
My enemy and the new Hayden
Ravished me  marvelously with delight!
Now  - it’s time! The  sacred gift of love
Transfer  yourself into  the friendship gablet!

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