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Девятая симфония Бетховена - я ее почти не слушал последние 6 лет. Разонравилась.

У меня есть CD - исполнение 1952 года под управлением легендарного Тосканини. С этим CD что-то случилось и его невозможно было слушать на обыкновенном проигрывателе. А еще у меня есть коллекция симфоний Бетховена под управлением Николауса Харнокурта. Вот его-то я и ставил в последнее время.

Сегодня решил проверить, будет ли работать старый диск на DVD-drive в компе. Оказалось - работает! И я понял, почему я разлюбил девятую. Сегодня я ее опять полюбил.

Joy, thou source of light immortal,
Daughter of Elysium,
Touched with fire, to the portal
Of thy radiant shrine we come.

Thy Pure magic frees all others
Held in custom's rigid rings
Men throughout the world are brothers
In the haven of thy wings.

He who knows the pride and pleasure
Of a friendship firm and strong
He who has a wife to treasure,
Let him swell our mighty song!

If there is a single being
Who can call his heart his own
And denies it - then, unseeing,
Let him go and weep alone.

Joy is drunk by all G-d's creatures
Straight from Earths abundant breast;
Good and bad, all things are nature's,
And with blameless joy are blessed.

Joy gives love and wine; her gladness,
Makes the universe here zone.
From the worm that feels springs madness
To the angles near G-d's throne.

Glad, as when the suns run glorious
Through the deep and dazzling skies,
Brothers, run with shining eyes -
Heroes, happy and victorious.

Millions, myriads, rise and gather!
Share this universal kiss!
Brothers, in a heaven of bliss
Smiles the world's all-loving Father.

Do the millions, his creation,
Know him and his works of love?
Seek him! In the height above
In his starry habitation!