Subscription to uninteresting movies

A long time ago I graduated from the music school of the city of N-sk. Music was an integral part of my life, like lessons in the evening, cleaning on Saturdays, getting up at seven, mango cakes for breakfast.

The worst thing for me was to deceive my parents or someone of the adults whose role in my life I thought was important. My teacher Tamara Alexandrovna was definitely such a person. I loved and feared her at the same time. He loved her praise for a well-prepared lesson, and suffered when he heard a tired breath because of the wrongly learned accompaniment.

It was one unhappy day of late autumn. They are there, by the way, all unhappy, because the memory of the warm summer holidays is still fresh. There is still a long way to snow and entertainment. And every road to school and back is a tunnel from the gray sky and a tiny rainy rain. I stood and collected notes in a pack after not the most successful lesson from Tamara Alexandrovna. There were some booklets on her teacher’s table.

- Stas, these are subscriptions to the cinema. Do you go? I heard the teacher’s voice.

I loved the cinema very much, but at that moment nothing in my childhood heart recalled. I understood that the musician is unlikely to distribute tickets for Robocopa or Star Wars.

I opened the booklet. It is so. Eye immediately found familiar from the music literature words, surnames, names – libretto, tenor, Borodin, Mozart, Puccini, “Spartak”, “Prince Igor”, “Rigoletto”.

Reading the booklet did not add joy to me. Like any teenager, I was fascinated by Lieutenant Helen Ripley and the soldier Freddie Krueger.

The subscription costs ten rubles, you can take it later. - said Tamara Alexandrovna in a tone that did not involve discussions, so in my brain these films immediately got into the section "obligatory for viewing", - the movies will be shown every Sunday at 15.00.

Sunday is like a holiday. The awareness of the approaching Monday poisoned him. Even the traditional evening film on the first channel could not fix it. And now the next 10 Sundays will also be broken in half by watching some idiotic music movies.

The scenario of “not walking” was not even considered by me. And that still surprises me, because when I watched the first movie in the room I was sitting completely alone. I knew that other students were also “selling” subscriptions. Some even tried to sell them on a solfegio for cheap.

The first film was Amadeus with Tom Hals as Mozart. His face I have already met somewhere – in some second-class militants or horrors. Maybe I confused someone. But the fact that this art movie calmed me a little.

As you can see, I was sitting alone in the room. Although not. For the first 15 minutes in the rear row were some beers with beer. I thought I would spend time at the cinema. They loudly commented on the scenes, blasted the hat through the projector’s beam, so that it passed through the entire screen with a huge shadow, whispering at every convenient moment. But they quickly realized that the movie was not for them, drank a beer and left.

When it happened, I did not notice. The movie captured me. Within an hour and a half, the life of the great composer came before his eyes. Mozart was exactly as I imagined him. In appearance and in character. The innate genius of the composer, to whom everything is given so easily, his sense of music, which is superior to all others. The music shakes him from within. He just can’t keep it in himself. He is a conductor of pure art between space and paper. And this is the tragedy. He is happy with this fate and the gift to create, but it exhausts him. Mozart actually burns in the stream of music.

F. Murray Abrahams, who was more familiar to me as an actor of secondary roles in thrillers and fighters, talentedly played Antonio Salleri in this film. It is known that Salieri was a very good musician and composer. He earned his place as a court capelmaster and recognition in the music community. And imagine that you work hard to create every musical work – a sonata, a symphony, a fuge, an opera. Like a jeweller who for years grades the same piece of stone to get the perfect ornament. And then there breaks up some honest stranger without manners, without race and tribe, who does with music whatever he pleases. And the evil joke of life is what makes it genius. What you took months and years, this puppy does with your left leg in a couple of minutes.

The film covered me with the head – the play of actors, music, costumes and decorations of old Vienna. An hour and a half passed like a second. After the movie, I sat for another ten minutes in the brightly illuminated room. There was lacrimose in my head. Mozart’s death shocked me. I knew before that he died young, like Pushkin, but I did not realize the whole tragedy of this death so unjust, untimely, unnecessary.

When I got home, I realized that I had forgotten my hat in the cinema. Any other day I would run for her back because in our family losing things was considered a crime. But that loss did not touch me at all. I still lived in the movie, crying over the body of Mozart thrown in a dirty bag into an unnamed grave for the poor. What is a hat compared to the death of a genius creator?

My hat was returned. at the next session.

Pushkin forgot his hat on Mozart. I heard a woman’s voice behind my back when I came to watch the second movie on the next Sunday. I turned around. The old watchman looked at me through his glasses.

Their hat? – asked the wardrobe maker, taking somewhere from under the stand my sports cock.

“My,” I replied, “thank you.

Take it now. I will not disguise you. There is no one anyway. A lot of honor. I will shut up and go sleepy,” she said intentionally, strictly, but with a light smile. Most adult women communicated with me so many years later. They failed to hide their sympathy for my image of the ideal grandson.

This time it was “Prince Igor”. I went through Borodin’s opera a couple of weeks ago and could freely sing the chorus of the boyar or the aria of the Prince himself (“Oh, give me freedom. I can repay my shame!“ )

The room was empty again. I bought my ticket and started to choose a place in the middle.

After Amadeus, I was prepared for a slight disappointment. I was waiting for the theatrical production, but from the first footage I realized that it was again an art movie. Even more interesting was when it turned out that Prince Igor was played by the hero of Russian militants and adventure films Boris Khmelnitsky. The actor with the most bright and characteristic appearance. Captain Grant, Robin Hood – he was perfectly given the roles of mothers of adventurers – noble and strong. Prince Igor was great. The film was musical, but with good adventure and combat scenes. I didn’t lose my hat this time, but I watching it.

- Tamara Alexandrovna, here is 10 rubles per subscription. I forgot to give you everything, I put the wrapped bills on the table. The specialty class had just begun.

What kind of subscription? The teacher said a little distracted. She looked away at me, and then her look suddenly focused, her eyes wide opened, and she said, “Do you go to see this movie?”

“Well,” I said a little surprised, “you said it yourself.

“Yes, Stasiq,” she said, “but at the last meeting the director of the school said that the hall was empty. The children do not want, and the parents do not insist. And the teachers also do not do that: Sunday is the only weekend. We even thought about asking the cinema to cancel the show. But the administration said the technology is working, the people are busy. The show is in the plan.
I stood and listened to Tamara Alexandrovna, who seemed to be justified.

So you are going! I met her in the eyes. What have you already looked at?

Tamara Alexandrovna sat at the table

“Well,” I started a little uncertainly, “three weeks ago there was a ballet “Spartak.”

I decided to start with the uninteresting. In my hit parade of musical genres, ballet plays somewhere at the end of the TOP-10. But I was admired by the artist who played the role of Roman commander Kras. It was so good that I couldn’t remember anyone else.

“Well, if only,” cried Tamara Alexandrovna, “it was you who fell under the magic of Maris Liepa. The dancer was from God. He recently died. So sorry.

After the ballet, two Sundays in a row showed films from Verdi's most famous operas "Rigoletto" and "Traviata". These are full art films, with natural shootings in picturesque places, beautiful decorations and with stunning costumes.

In Rigoletto, the role of the Duke was played by Pavarotti. And in "Traviata" played the second of the three great tenors - Plácido Domingo. And literally a month before that, I found in the school library a book "Sto libretto", where the most famous operas of all time were collected! You may not like opera, but adventure stories or horror stories love everyone. And opera is always a twisted plot, intrigue, and most often with a bad ending. Imagine a book with more than a hundred such stories. Each is written in three or four pages. This is a treasure for not possessing!

So I watched Verdi from the beginning to the end. No miracle was expected. I knew everyone would die.

Tamara Alexandrovna listened to me, shrugged her head and said something like “Well, I have a pupil.” In tone, I didn’t understand it was praise, surprise or something else, but I didn’t have time to think about it. The lesson began, and I switched to Kabalevsky.

I didn’t tell Tamara Alexandrovna that this month I became practically my own in the cinema. I continued to go to movies alone, not realizing that now they are actually being shot just for me. I even got 20 minutes late. Sweatened and stunned, I ran into the hallway of "The Motherland", compressing in my hands an already quite yellowed subscription with the imprints of a compost.

Here is he! The clotheswoman spoke loudly when I arrived. I said it would come.

She smiled so sincerely that I stopped in indecision.

Why did he get up? Put your jacket here, wet all. Why did she wear all the pants, she continued to read, helping me to take off my upper clothes. And then she said somewhere beside, Misha, factories! Client has arrived.

I followed her gaze and saw a figure of a smoking man in a stove separated from the wall.

Do you want to drink? I asked the wardrobe.
I have not yet recovered my breath and only shaken my head.

Then go to the hall. Look at your trolls.

I did not notice how the autumn ended, and with it the subscription. There was only one undisclosed film. On Friday I had a fever. On Saturday morning, a doctor examined me and told me to stay in the hospital.

What about cinema? I asked my mom when the doctor left.

Which movie? – Mom knew about the subscription, but did not track the number of sessions I visited.

Tomorrow is the last movie! I cannot miss him.

No movie at all, Stacey. The doctor said you have the flu. Lie in bed. Then you see.

How will I look? They will not show him again!
My mother has already left the room.

The next day, at 14.30, I found the movie theater phone in the city directory and called the watch.

The woman’s voice at the end seemed familiar to me.

“Hello,” I said. I go to you to watch movies on a music school subscription. Do you remember me?

Oh Pushkin, hello to you. We are waiting for you today. The voice in the phone was warm.

“You see, I got sick,” I narrated, “and I have to sit at home.

I did not know what to say anymore. And what did I count on? Tell me to postpone the session? What a shit. Ask them to watch the movie instead of me and then tell me again? Fantastic too. To ask the watchman to convince my mom to let me complete the subscription channel? It’t work for my mother.

What did you want to ask, sweetheart? The voice in the phone brought me back to reality.

“I don’t know,” I honestly said, and suddenly I cried.

“Well, don’t cry, my sweetheart,” the watchman began to reassure me, “let’s do this. You are rectified. When you get well, go to the cinema. We will show you this movie separately.

It was a great idea and I believed it.

“Thank you,” I said and hanged the phone without saying goodbye.

But I never went to the cinema. I did not watch the movie. The disease pulled me out of the magic circle of the subscription, and the magic disappeared. On Monday, I looked back at the past two months and couldn’t understand what was happening to me. If someone asked me why I went to the movies for these films, I could hardly give a detailed answer. The fairy tale went away, and with it some knowledge went away, leaving only a feeling of losing something important.

A month later I remembered the subscription, but I could not find it. I decided to call the cinema to ask to show me the last movie from the subscription. Suddenly I realized that I forgot his name. I remembered and wrote out all the nine tapes I saw, but the tenth film didn’t want to be remembered.

I put this list under the glass of the desk to keep it in front of my eyes in case the memory suddenly blows out of its depth the right name. But that never happened.

Since then 25 years have passed. I have seen hundreds, maybe thousands of movies. I became a true filmman: I easily remember actors, plots, winged phrases and secondary heroes. I love cinema, but sometimes I think it’s not the main thing. Looking through all these countless films, I secretly hope to encounter the same one that I have never seen. I don’t remember the name, but I’ll definitely recognize it when I see it. I'll see, I'll see and the magic will come back.