"REVERIE" "Leipzig" "Exactly ten years ago, I gave my first concert." "I was nine at the time." "Then came the concert tours with my father, hard studying with him and the successes." "Now, Paris." "The bags are already packed." "Slowly, slowly!" "The Herr Director is giving class." "MUSIC CLASSES FRIEDRICH WIECK" "Don't play with just the hands, play with your whole being!" "Number three." "It's e flat, not "d"!" "What is it?" "Miss Clara's there." "So what!" "Sit down, Rollfuss." "Yes, Clara?" "Good evening." "The post coach leaves in an hour, Father." "You wanted to.." "Ah, yes." "The letter to Paris, right." "Class dismissed." "Tomorrow at the same time." "Precisely." "Have a nice trip, Miss Clara." " Thank you." "Good night, Miss Leser." "She's going to Paris, eh?" "That's great!" "Great?" "Don't be silly!" "Better help us with our luggage." "Come, lend a hand!" "For Heaven's sake, be careful!" "Tears?" "It's nothing." "But this is our piano, Father.." "You're so patient with me." "And now, for the first time, I'm traveling without you." "Honestly, it scares me a little." "I'm proud that hard work and talent have raised us so high, Clara." "You'll make me proud in Paris, do you hear!" "Yes, Father." "You won't think about anything else." "You won't think about anyone else." "Only about art." "Art demands your whole self, my child." "When one wants to achieve greatness, one cannot share oneself." "What about the heart?" "The heart also belongs to art." "In the store-room." "I'll keep watch." "Already?" "Almost." "My father is writing a letter." "I didn't attend class today." "I couldn't." "Really.." "Good Heavens, your jacket!" "I don't know what will become of you, when nobody looks after you." "Clara.." "Believe me, only my hands travel to Paris." "My heart stays here." "With you." "I'll wait for you." "Yes, Robert!" "I've written something." "A short piece." "I wanted to give it you as farewell." "For me?" "Now it seems absurd and bad." "Please, Robert!" "No, it's very bad." " Can I play it in Paris at my concerts?" "No, God forbid!" "If you don't like it, you must tear it up." ""Reverie"" ""For Clara."" "Mesdames, messieurs," "I'll play "Reverie" by Herr.." "Robert Schumann." "Clara!" " She's in.." "Where is Clara?" "I don't know, Herr Director." "I see.." "Here's the letter, addressed to Herr Liszt." "I've asked him to help you with your entry in Paris." "You did not attend class today, Herr Schumann." "Without any notice or explanation." "Do you think that right?" "Forgive me, Herr Wieck but.." "I had to write something." "I wanted to give it to Clara before she leaves." "I've just listened to it." "You'll have to hurry." "I'll see you off." "Shall I meet you at the coach?" "You can say farewell to my daughter right here." "Farewell, Robert." "I thank you for everything." "Herr Wieck, I want to say something." "And please don't misunderstand me." "I love Clara and she loves me." "Please give your consent to our love, as a father." "Why is this fermata so long?" "Here's a slip of the pen." "Or is it supposed to be "b"?" "No, b flat of course." ""Reverie".." "Life does not want dreams." "But art lives by dreams." "It is dreaming." "Art is the harshest reality there is, dear Schumann." "Dreams are like blossoms." "A gust of wind and they disappear." "So I'll tear up the sheet?" "Why?" "It's a good work." "Quite good." "But life and art are enemies." "Birds can rise in the air, but struggle to move on the ground." "A man had better keep his feet on solid ground." "I'll stand my ground as a man there too!" "Very well." "Then become a man." "And forget about your dreams." "Herr Schumann!" "Where's the sheet?" "Hurry!" " What sheet?" "The score you dedicated to Clare, she's sent me for it!" "Was he angry?" "Not angry." "But very severe." "Robert!" "Don't be sad." "We'll be back." "But Herr Schumann!" "The kiss was for Clara." "Don't forget to give it to her!" "Don't you like Paris?" "I do!" "It's just, I've been liking it for a year now." "I'd like to give a concert in Germany again." "With Schumann.." "I see." "You still love him." "Impossible to contradict you." "And after this concert?" "It'll be my last." "What?" "You don't want to play anymore?" "What will you do then?" "Marry." "Never!" "I'll never allow my daughter to become the wife of Herr Robert Schumann!" "Since Herr Schumann has seen fit to take this matter to the Leipzig Court of Appeal," "I must resolutely state my views." "Bear in mind, Herr Director Wieck, you're not just here as a father, who's deciding about the life of his daughter who is still underage, but also as an man who carries some weight in artistic circles." "Schumann's reputation goes far beyond Leipzig now." "You know he is the one of the hopes of German musical life." "Even if my former student had the genius of a Beethoven, who says a genius has the right to destroy the life work of another person?" "You're referring to your own work, Herr Wieck?" "I'm an old man.." "I meant my daughter Clara's career." "And nothing else, only her!" "You're saying Schumann is the hope of German music." "He says he loves my daughter." "Very well, so what!" "But I wonder, how does he reconcile his love and artistry with the fact that he'll terminate her entire career with one stroke!" "How did his name become famous?" "Only because she performed his works!" "Now she's only good enough to cook his dinner and bear his children." "Tonight my daughter will perform with Herr Schumann at the Gewandhaus." "She's announced to the public that it'll be her final concert." "But I won't allow my daughter to betray her art!" "I've never asked Clara to abandon her profession.." "Of course you never "asked".." "But a woman is either an artist or a housewife." "If she wants to be both, she'll be bad at both." "The court doesn't have to decide whether Miss Wieck can continue her artistic profession or not, but whether Herr Schumann has the personal and professional qualifications to carry the responsibility of a marriage." "Do you insist that Schumann lacks those qualities, Herr Wieck?" "A marriage with Robert Schumann will ruin my daughter." "I've summoned witnesses who'll testify on those points." "First one of his classmates, Herr Clemens Rollfuss." "Herr President.." "Schumann is a great artist." "He was the best of us all." "His music is..!" "His music lacks body, structure and form." "It's a music of exuberance, of uncontrolled feelings." "Yet, just now you haven't denied that he has talent." "It's true." "He has talent." "But this talent is dark, like a well, and if there's any light in it, it's only the moonlight." "I don't understand." "I suppose you don't have a daughter, Herr President, whom you want to protect from the darkness, whom you want to see in the sunlight, without worries and free." "You mean, you not only disapprove of Schumann's music, but.." "of his entire being." "Exactly." "I won't give my daughter to a man whom I've never even seen laugh." "No!" "No!" "Please, Herr President!" "Please, Herr President.." "Herr Director, forgive me, but I must tell the truth." "In Director Wieck's home, hardly anybody ever laughs." "Not even Clara." "Nor I, Herr President." "And you know, I love to laugh!" "Old hens should hatch, not cackle." "I just wanted to say, Herr President, Herr Schumann has always been very good." "Good and kind." "The young gentlemen are normally not very polite to "old hens"." "But to me he has always been very.. very.." "Hasn't he, little Clara?" "He even kissed me once!" "Really!" "I thank your for your very convincing statement, Miss Leser." "Now I'd like to hear a witness on Herr Schumann's public activities." "Herr Pistazy, the editor of the local Musical Magazine." "Esteemed President of the Court of Appeal, esteemed members of the court," "I'm well known, for more than 20 years my pen has served the immortal arts." "Spare us your views on your own merits and limit yourself to Herr Schumann." "Merits?" "Kindly forgive me, but the word "merit" from such august lips seems like a joke, Sir." "Herr Schumann's music is, and I've furnished enough evidence on many occasions, is a romantic muddle which no expert could predict any future for." "Not content with this, he even had the audacity, in his own magazine, in favour of a so-called "German" music, to squirt a lot of ink, predicting things that must deeply embarrass all connoisseurs of art." "So you don't see any future for Herr Robert Schumann, Herr Pistazy?" "The future of a sparrow, which a revolutionary clique has dressed up as a nightingale." "Thank you, Herr Pistazy." "Do you want to reply, Herr Schumann?" "I don't think we can decide on the value or the future of my music here and now." "Neither Herr Pistazy, representing yesterday's die-hards, nor we, the young, looking towards the future, know which of our works will stand the test of time." "And neither reviews nor science will decide that, but the people's collective memory." "But I fail to see anything reprehensible in the actions of myself and my friends who want to restore German art, which has been stifled under foreign fashions, all its simplicity, depth and beauty." "If however our belief in a renaissance of German music is revolutionary, then we are indeed revolutionaries!" "Please, Herr President, believe that we're serious in our work, and believe me that I know who is the woman at my side and how much respect, care and love she deserves." "Thank you." "Herr Director Wieck," "Why do you begrudge your daughter her happiness?" "What happiness, Herr President?" "Fate provides for each person a different kind of happiness." "An artist needs disciplined work, turmoil, loneliness." "I have never been happy." "But your daughter is a woman." "She's an artist, Herr President." "Within the boundary of a bourgeois marriage her genius will never be able to flower." "My daughter needs.." "A person who loves her." "If it is my destiny to become the wife of Robert Schumann, my happiness would be greater than if I were the first artist in Europe." "For a woman, love means more than art." "And I love Robert." "Any questions, gentlemen?" "The Court of Appeal authorizes Clara Wieck and Robert Schumann to marry." "Little Clara!" "Father.." "The world is evil, Clara." "But let us remain pure in it." "Dresden" "Five years ago we were married." "We're as happy as on the first day!" "The children are fine, and the new house in Dresden is our great joy." "Such a household costs a lot of money, and father's unforgiving nature is a shadow that darkens our lives." "But what does it matter, compared to Robert's love?" "Are you calling on us, the Schumanns?" " No." "You must be a stranger to Dresden?" "Yes." "Good morning." "Now it's gone!" " Come on!" "Hey, sir!" "That ball is ours!" "What's your name?" "Elise Schumann." "And you?" "Little Marie Schumann." "Are you well-behaved?" "Your mother's joy?" "Yes, and daddy's too." "And Grandpa?" "But he never calls." "Does Madame Schumann live here?" "Whom are you looking for?" "Madame Clara Wieck, the great pianist." "The pianist Clara Wieck lives here indeed and will be glad to receive such a famous visitor." "Charming." "You know me?" "All of Saxony has come to Dresden today to hear Franz Liszt play." "But it seems to me I know you too.." "Only I can't remember at the moment.." "Men like me fall fast into oblivion." "Mummy!" "A gentleman to see you!" "Probably the locksmith with the bill." "One could spend the whole day paying bills." "Children, tell him to come back tomorrow, will you?" "It'll be a pleasure to come tomorrow, Madame, only don't throw me out today." "Liszt!" "Thank you!" "Excuse me, but my hands.." "Your hands are always charming, whether they play a scherzo by Mozart, or make an apple strudel." "Come with me, we'll go upstairs." "What business do you have here in Dresden?" "Making all the ladies happy and the husbands unhappy, I know." "But seriously, tonight I don't belong to the ladies but to the King." "He invited me to give a concert at the Royal Opera." "The King ought to be be proud that you've accepted his invitation." "When was the last time you played?" "I?" "I haven't played for a long time.." "Do you remember Paris?" "An unforgettable evening!" "At the time, I thought you'd conquer the world." "I've conquered "my" world." "Are you happy?" "Of course!" "Will you never play again?" "I play every day, for my husband and my children." "Liszt too?" "Liszt too." "The Eroica too?" "I hope I haven't forgotten anything." " Bravo." "Your husband is to be envied, being the only one so fortunate to hear you play." "Doesn't he deserve it?" " Certainly." "And your admirers, including Franz Liszt, don't they deserve it?" "Please have a seat." "I've come to return something that belongs to you, Clara Schumann." "Do you remember?" "I kept in a Paris as a pledge." "I promised to return it to you when you'd perform in public the next time." "When you'd play something by Franz Liszt." "And?" "I return it to you now." "What are you planning to do?" "Allow me to keep it a secret." "What's your husband working on now?" "An opera." "Robert has composed much these years." "Symphonies, pieces for piano, lieder.." "I know." "The world still doesn't appreciate him, but what does it matter?" "Your face mirroring in the pure waters of his music." "Ah, you have a visitor!" "An illustrious visitor." "This is an honor." "And for me a pleasure." "Imagine, Robert!" "Herr Liszt is giving a concert tonight at the Royal Opera." "And I'd be most happy if you and Frau Clara would attend." "Yes, of course we'll go." "For you, Herr Dr. Schumann, it must be an ordeal to listen to my music.." "Not an ordeal." " Yes, yes, Herr Dr. Schumann." "You once wrote that my music lacked heart." "And maybe you're right." "Because my music lacks the heart that you have found." "Allow me, Baron Wildenau." "I have the honor to congratulate you on your success, on behalf of His Majesty the King and on my own behalf." "His Majesty would be delighted.." "His Majesty finds you ravishing and would like you to play one of your virtuoso solo pieces." "Did His Majesty request anything in particular?" "Perhaps the Eroica?" "Excellent!" "His Majesty always thought your interpretation of that work incomparable." "Tonight His Majesty will hear it better played than ever before." "Excellent!" "Your Majesty." "Ladies and gentlemen." "His Majesty has expressed the gracious desire to hear the Eroica." "Even though His Majesty's benevolent appreciation makes me happy, and even though the selection of this work enchants me," "I must beg His Majesty to excuse me from performing it." "At the time, I was fortunate to hear this work performed by Mlle Clara Wieck." "She gave an incomparable interpretation." "Unforgettable." "Since the esteemed artist is with us tonight," "I'd be overjoyed if I could equally convey to His Majesty and to the public the pleasure of listening to her, that is, if Frau Clara Schumann won't refuse my request." "What is it, Marie?" "Isn't Mummy going to say goodnight?" "You'll wake Elise!" "I'm not asleep." "Go to sleep, girls." "Mummy doesn't have time today." "Is she angry?" "Of course not!" "Come now, go to sleep." "She's at a concert." "Aunt Nellie, please leave the door open." "Mummy's at a concert." " A pity!" "You've played!" "You've played again!" "And how marvelously you've played!" "You don't know how much this means to me!" "I am very happy, my child." "I'm proud of you." "It was so beautiful!" "You'll come to us tonight, won't you, Father?" "Please, you'll come, won't you?" "Robert also asks you." "Robert!" "Father isn't angry with us anymore." "It's been long since we've seen each other, Herr Wieck." "Let bygones be bygones." "Your enthusiasm is flattering, ladies." "But I'd appreciate it more, if you'd step back for a moment and let us walk a few steps to the balcony." "That come-back with Liszt wasn't a bad idea at all." "I wasn't fooled, it was all planned before, but very effective nonetheless." "I'm sorry, but.." "Truly!" "I liked it!" "Clara has played amazingly, she hasn't forgotten anything." "The left hand is a bit weak now, but we'll fix that, I'll work with her," "I'll arrange her next concerts, but we'll talk about it tonight." "There must be a misunderstanding." "Clara's playing tonight was really improvised." "She's not thinking of returning to the concert stage." "What was that?" "She doesn't think of it?" "You belong again to the world, Clara Schumann." "And the world.. will be yours." "Lofty words." " Are you making fun of me?" "No." "But?" "Why don't you want to leave me alone in my quiet little place?" "Because it is a sin to bury a gift bestowed on you by God." "Mephistopheles quoting the Bible?" "Even Mephistopheles is only an employee of God." "What are you writing now?" " An opera." "About what?" "A title hasn't been chosen yet, maybe "The Knights of the Grail"." "The Lohengrin legend?" " Yes." "You rarely listen to other composers, don't you?" "We're very isolated." "In fact, I spend my whole time working." "And I have to, we're a large family." "Any financial worries?" "Nothing one couldn't manage." "Lohengrin.." "If you're stuck and can't find a way out, tell Clara to write to me." "I am her father." "You should write symphonies, chamber music, lieder.." "Not an opera, Schumann!" "Do you have any programs?" " Yes." "Give one to that gentleman." "No, dear friend." "You know Clara Wieck, and you defeated her tonight." "But you don't know Clara Schumann, who belongs to her husband." "Do you really think you can help him by staying at home, baking apple strudel?" "You're thinking of Robert?" "I'm thinking of you." "You must become again what you truly are." "A great artist!" "Come, Liszt." "The intermission is over." "Where's Robert?" "He isn't sitting in his seat either." "Haven't you two been talking?" "He stayed below." "Didn't you two get any program?" "What are they playing now?" "Overture to the opera, "Lohengrin" by Hr. Richard Wagner" "Lohengrin!" "I must go home!" "You're burning your opera?" "My God!" "I've come too late." "Your father was right." "He wanted your life to be bright, and I've made it dark." "You are my happiness!" "Happiness is not enough." "I'll stop composing." "I'll earn money." "I'll look for a post as a conductor." "I'll teach." "For your work you must be free." "Let others earn money." "I myself.." "You'll perform again?" "Leave home for concert tours?" "With Franz Liszt?" "I'll go with you, Robert." "We'll travel together." "To Vienna, Berlin, Paris!" "I'll play your music, until the world believes in you." "You are my soul." "You are my heart." "Copenhagen." "It's been two years since we started touring Europe." "Robert's music triumphs wherever I play." "Unfortunately, he hasn't the time anymore to compose." "But we keep on." "Stockholm awaits us.." "It's cold outside, isn't it?" "Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen." "Thank you, Madame, how delightful." "How wonderfully you've played, my dear!" "His Majesty was enchanted." "The entire court, Your Excellence." "Especially the men!" "Sit down, please." "So charming to allow us to take you home." "Let's not be formal." "Robert, won't you.." "If your please, Baron." "Allow me." "As long as you're wearing that cross, my dear, you'll never know what the men are looking at, when they're admiring you there." "Is that bad for me?" "Not for you.." "but for the order." "These concert tours aren't a series of pleasures, you know." "In seven weeks 34 concerts!" "I don't know who's to be pitied more, my husband or I." "But a man who is so fortunate to be your husband is not to be pitied at all." "But he's a composer." "He has ideas, hears melodies.." "but he never has the time to write them down." "For an artist, work is as vital as breathing." "Must one work at all?" "Another invention of those Social Democrats!" "Allow me to leave you for a moment and look for him." "But Madame, he's not a child who might get lost!" "All men are children, only they don't know it." "What are you doing here?" " Working." "Now?" " When else?" "I haven't written anything for months." "Packing, departing, unpacking, hotels, receptions, society.." "I must find at least some time to work!" "I know." "But we're having success after success instead." "We?" "You have the success!" "Whether you're playing Liszt or Chopin or Schumann, it's all the same." "Robert, don't you want to join us?" " No!" "Don't be angry." "Robert, you must come.." "No one will miss me." "But, Robert!" " I don't want to see anyone!" "Today I feel so.." "Please leave me alone." "Clara!" "Send them away." "But Robert, we're guests in a foreign country." "We can't just do what we please." "When could we ever!" "But do we always have to be around people?" "If only they were human!" "But what are they?" "Extras, masks, puppets!" "I don't know how you can tolerate them?" "You're unfair." " Go, please." "Cheers!" "Cheers!" "Get out." "Please get out." "Excellent, Herr Schumann, that you're finally joining us." "He's ill." "Please, leave now." "Forgive us." "But of course, Madame!" "A pity." "I hope the gentleman your husband will recover soon." "What is it?" "I don't know." "It came to me." "But not from outside." "From within." "I must work!" " No, you can't work now." "Come, rest." "Quiet!" "Don't you hear?" "A sound!" "What sound?" "You don't hear it?" "Very loud." "It's getting louder!" "It must stop." "Stop!" " Robert!" "Now it's silent." "We'll give up the concert tours." "But we must make money." "We have some savings, Robert." "And people know you now." "In Berlin, Dresden, Düsseldorf.." "They ask for you everywhere." "Now you can live in peace, Robert." "You have your work, an orchestra.." "What about you?" "Well you know.." "it might be a good idea to get back to the kitchen." "And I miss the children so much!" "Your art is a gift bestowed on you by God." "And God's gifts shouldn't be put aside." "Even if they burn you up." "Everything will be fine, as long as we love each other." "And we love each other!" "You'll sleep now." "Your hand is like something coming out of the clouds." "Will we go home?" "Yes, Robert." "Düsseldorf" "Since we're in Düsseldorf" "I haven't been able to play." "But we are well." "Robert has recovered from his nervous breakdown." "He is the conductor of the municipal orchestra, and with great enthusiasm is composing a new symphony." "What's the matter with you today, Herr Tausch?" "Having a bad mood?" "What I have is the patience of a saint, Herr Musical Director." "Silence." "The fourth movement." "From bar 8, faster." "What's going on?" "Has he finished?" "Him?" "No way!" "He's just stopped the orchestra again." "But it sounded so beautifully sweet and sweeping." "Of course it did, Herr Mayor." "But if concertmaster Tausch could conduct, our orchestra would play much better than under Herr Schumann." "Conduct!" "Go away!" "Is a conductor really necessary at all?" "Turning his back to the audience, that's rude." "It is, dear Mme Hülsebusch." "A lot of people are offended." "And rightly so!" "But my dear Mayor, of course we need a conductor!" "But someone who knows his trade, not some composer whose music no one wants to listen to anyway." "For instance, if Herr Tausch were in his place, then.." "He's at the rehearsal." "Can I wait here?" "Of course!" "But perhaps you'll have to wait a long time." "Wouldn't you rather go to see him at the Academy?" "There's a public rehearsal today." "Ladies and gentlemen, number 17, please." "The ladies of the chorus." "Everybody, please." "Didn't you hear, gentlemen?" "The soloists too." "Just a moment, Herr Musical Director." " Yes?" "You won't mind if I include a trill when I sing "she looks into the moonlight"?" "A trill?" " Yes, like this.." "# she looks into the moonlight # and thinks of him.." "I'm afraid it's out of the question, Miss Hülsebusch." "I insist on adding the trill." "The entire part is so boring, not a single effective passage." "I write music, not effective passages." "But that's what my public expects of me." "And my public expects good music of me." "Your public?" "Well, do you accept my trill?" " No." "In that case.." "Good morning." "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen." "The rehearsal is over." "Excuse me, Herr Schumann, may I.." "No!" "But I'm.." " I don't care who you are." "Who are you?" "Johannes Brahms from Hamburg." "Brahms?" "Is it you?" "Our Brahms!" "That's what you truly are!" "The scherzo you sent us, we've played it three times in a row." "Brahms!" "It's amazing how you treat the theme, it has a new language of its own!" "You have genius, my boy." "And courage." "Brahms!" "Come here, sit down." "Tell me!" "Of all the people gathered in this hall, only one man knows about music:" "Robert Schumann!" "All of Germany envies us because of this man!" "But you're too dumb to realize it." "Good afternoon." "Satisfied?" " Bravo, well done." "I've just finished a longer work, a series of variations." "Variations?" "On what theme?" "On the most beautiful theme I could find." "Which composer?" "Robert Schumann." "My boy!" "Good night." " Good night." "You must play it for me." "Come, let's go to my house." "I left the score at the inn." "I'm staying at the "White Horse"." "No, you'll stay at Schumann's!" "Come in, my dear, make yourself at home." "The evening is my friend." "The streets and the people become quiet." "Your house is very nice, Herr Schumann." "You cannot imagine, Brahms, how unbearable it is to live always surrounded by noise." "There is always so much noise around me!" "Noise?" "Here?" " Yes." "I speak of another kind of noise." "The noise of an empty world." "Like a spooky mill." "Can't you hear it?" "Can't you hear it, grinding.." "and grinding." "Never stopping." "Without a break." "I can't stand it." "But you have your music!" "Yes, the music.." "Music is a comfort.. and a dream." "You're already setting the table?" "Father hasn't come home yet." "He's been here for a while, he's brought a strange gentleman, the one who was already here this afternoon." "Did you light up?" " No, father doesn't want any lights." "But to be able to work is marvelous." "You're right, Brahms." "There's no greater happiness than to turn our inner melodies into written music." "Brahms, I hear sounds day and night, but I'm no longer able to give them shape." "I'm drowning in them, they're dragging me down to a kingdom dominated by shadows," "a kingdom without light." "Yes, without light." "Come, Brahms." "This is my wife." "Johannes Brahms recently arrived from Hamburg." "Herr Brahms!" "You are most welcome." "And let me thank you for the song you sent us." "The lullaby." "The children love to sing it." "But you seem to be more lavish with the music than with lyrics." "You do have much light in your life!" "# Sleep in peace, sweet love" "# My little treasure" "# Sleep, my angel of truth" "# May the Lord watch over you, # sleep without fear" "# A star will come # with divine glow, # and it will protect you" "# Soon you'll awake #fromdawn'sdream." "# When you wake up, # a fine day will greet you." "# Sleep, sleep, my love # with the help of God." "# I will watch over you too # and He will watch over us both." "This is your room." "I hope you won't lack anything and that you have a good night." "I must thank you for receiving me so kindly." "The evening was so beautiful and.." "the way you sang my song!" "I don't know how to tell you.." "One doesn't have to tell each other everything." "Your voice will enfold me.." "like a dream." "What a boy you still are, Brahms." "Have a good night's sleep." "Good night, Mummy." " Good night, little Julie." "Good night, Marie." "Sleep well, love." "Are you coming?" "No." "You go to bed now." "Let's go to bed." "You see?" "One moment, Herr Schumann." "Pardon, I forgot, Herr Doctor Schumann." "I'm sorry, Mayor, but I don't have time to talk right now, this is the dress rehearsal." "Then by all means, rehearse." "You can wave your baton all you want, nobody will follow." "By decision of the cultural committee of the City Council, Herr Schumann." "What do you mean?" "The committee has just now in a session decided to instruct me to inform you, that unfortunately we are forced to have a change of program." "Dear Dr. Schumann, Düsseldorf is under the spell of the approaching carnival, which not only rules the hearts and souls of our citizens, but which obliges us to honor a lighter muse." "To schedule an oratory like "The Rose's Pilgrimage" at a time like this, the committee thinks would be a grave error." "Our decision is justified all the more since your poor health can't guarantee.." "Thank you!" " Excuse me?" "Thank you." "I understand." "What about the concert?" "Herr concert-master Tausch has graciously offered to take up the baton in your absence." "But Herr Doctor!" " You can't do this!" "Please." "We start with the potpourri "Carnival Magic"." "Come!" "We're leaving too!" "Come in." "You're here, Herr Brahms?" "Yes, Miss Leser." "Marie told me you were packing." "So suddenly?" " Yes." "I must get home." "I wrote a letter to Frau Schumann." "I would appreciate it if you could give it to her." "No, Herr Brahms, I won't." "Why not?" "Give me your hand." "But your hand is trembling." "Yes, it's trembling a little." "You know, Herr Brahms, I've lost my eyesight, but the Lord has given me another sense:" "I can sense what's in the air, a sense the beasts have too." "And when you just said that you had to leave for home," "I knew right away that you were telling a lie." "Then you know too why I must leave, don't you." "Naturally." "You love her." "It cannot be otherwise." "Everyone loves her." "But I'm not anyone!" "And.." "I venerate Robert." "I must leave." "No, you should stay!" "A man does not run away, when his friend needs him." "And right now, you are needed." "Something is happening to Herr Schumann." "We are very worried." "What it is, I don't know." "But I know that it will help him if someone like you is near him." "How deep it is down there.." "Let's go home, Robert, please." "Look at the children." "Tomorrow the carnival begins." "Just like life.." "gliding by.." "gliding.." "You know what I'd like to do?" "To laugh once again like children do." "Shall we go to the carnival?" "But Robert, you are very ill." "I'm not ill." "It's just that life is so far away from me." "I just want to immerse myself in life again, do you understand?" " Yes, Robert." "Make yourself beautiful, dance, be gay!" "I want to be gay too." "I used to be able to!" "Believe me, I can also.." "be gay." "I think the girl is charming." "Won't you dance with her?" "I wouldn't dream it." " You don't dance?" "I do." "But only with you!" "No, I'm staying with Robert." "But Clara, we didn't come to the carnival for that." "As you can see, I'm fine, the champagne is exquisite and the cigar tastes good." "So do me the favour and dance." "Your Herr Tausch seems to be carried away tonight." "And rightly so." "Why?" "Is it a secret?" "Tonight?" " It's a surprise." "Tell me, have a drink!" "I don't really care for spirits." "Champagne doesn't agree with me at all!" "You just wait and see." "Well I never!" "Just a minute.." "I can't believe it!" "Mount Olympus mingling with the common people!" "And without the wife?" "Doctor, doctor!" "They make a nice couple." "An exceptionally nice couple." "Although that Herr Brahms isn't my type." "Too blond." "And way too young." "But that a woman who is privileged to live near such a great maestro .." "Go away!" "The look he's giving me." "Well, I wouldn't want to be married to that one either." "A balloon, ladies and gentlemen?" "All colors, and they reach the sky!" "We'll take one." "The Municipal Association of Düsseldorf for the Salvation of Music" "A riddle!" "How do you convert dull music into good music?" "Through "Tausch"!" "[swapping]" "Long live Robert Schumann!" "How dare you!" "Long live Robert Schumann!" "Who really knows him, who has known the joy and the honor to work under him, he knows who Robert Schumann is, he knows that his music towers above the screams and the noise of the petty minds." "We, the members of the Municipal Orchestra.." "If I'm not mistaken, Herr Brahms." "And if I'm not mistaken, you're the clown who was responsible for that tasteless joke just now." "I had nothing to do with it!" " You don't say!" "Let me pass, I want to go down." "And I ask all friends and admirers of his music to follow me!" "He has left this feast, but we'll bring him back!" "We'll prove to him that Düsseldorf believes in him, venerates him and loves him!" "What a rabble!" "What a rabble!" "Once, long ago, you told me," ""The world is evil, but let us remain pure in it."" "Who is pure among us?" "Who is without guilt?" "I have not brought you happiness, Clara." "I wouldn't hold it against you if you left me." "I'll never leave you, Robert." "Perhaps I'll have to leave you." "You want to go away?" "I'm already away." "I'm so alone." "But Robert, I am with you!" "You're with me?" "Where?" "Here, Robert!" "Don't you see me?" "Don't you feel me?" "It's so dark.." "so dark.." "that I can't see you." "Dearest!" "Beloved!" "Quick!" "Go for help!" "Give me your hand!" "Come on, hurry!" "Help!" "Long live Robert Schumann!" "Long live Robert Schumann." "But Herr Dr. Schumann is not at home." "Don't worry, Madame." "He no longer has his attacks." "We are in fact quite pleased with our patient." "Is there hope for a recovery?" "A recovery?" "He was like a vessel that had to burst, because it could no longer hold the abundance." "It's tragic, a man like him.." "Even as a sick man, he's good and kind." "He's always been like this." "He was too good for this world." "Yes, for this world!" "Others are doing fine in it." "There he is." "Hello, Robert." "Today I worked hard." "Motives for a bird song in f sharp major, with variations for flute and chamber orchestra." "Don't you recognize me?" "I think it turned out well." "Please take a look." "Nice." "Very nice." "There's so much music in the air!" "Robert, the children send you their love." "Marie, Julie, Ludwig, Eugenie.." "Are they alive?" "Yes, Robert." "Alive and healthy." "Eugenie has a gift for music, she's my great joy." "Joy.." "Joy!" "Beethoven composed an Ode to Joy, and he was deaf." "# Joy, divine radiance.." "But the radiance goes out before our eyes get to see it." "Little Clara!" "Do you still play the piano?" "You used to play so well!" ""Mesdames, messieurs," "I'll play now 'Reverie' by Herr Robert Schumann."" "If you don't like it, please tear it up." "I thank you." "Farewell, Robert." "My husband.." "farewell." "I'll get it!" " I'll get it!" "When you open the door, you should say "Good day"." "Good day." " Good day." "Good day." "Is your mother in?" "Who is it, Marie?" "A stranger, Aunt Nannie." "I am the stranger, Miss Leser." "My God, Herr Wieck!" "Now that I want to tell you so much.." "I don't know what to say at all." "One doesn't have to tell each other everything, Johannes." "We already know it." "There are moments in life when one mustn't think of one's own happiness." "But.." "But one must think how one ought to act so that one will never be ashamed of those moments." "Should one be ashamed of one's own heart?" "Ah, the heart, Johannes..!" "Mine used to beat only for my art, and I thought it would always belong to it." "When Robert came into my life.." "Robert is light years away from us." "I think.. the gods have claimed him." "But we are human, Clara!" "We're still here on earth!" "The gods.." "And what belongs to them, they never set free." "Never?" "Never, Johannes." "We've arrived." "Farewell, Clara." "I'll drive on." "I'll send for my things." "Farewell, Johannes." "May God bless you." "And keep on loving him.." "him too." "Have you seen Robert?" "And?" "He's left us." "And he's not the only one." "I am alone." "Once, I hurt you a lot." "And I failed to appreciate Robert." "Only now I know who he really is." "Who he was.." "At the time, I was afraid for you." "At the time, I thought I had to protect you from your destiny." "But that's impossible." "Each man has the right to his own kind of happiness, and his own kind of pain." "How can I help you?" "What could help me?" "That which is greater than happiness and pain:" "Art." "It is our consolation." "It is our duty." "Frankfurt on the Main" "Father was right, art has been my only consolation, my only duty." "My love for Robert and my dedication to his work became the sole purpose of my life." "Even today, when I perform in public for the last time," "I'm playing only for him." "I thank you for so much love." "It is meant for Robert Schumann, the star of my life." ""Reverie"" "English subtitles by sineintegralserdar202@KG"