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Strong lightning cut the sky over Vienna. Rain with heavenly rumbling opened the window in the room in which lay ailing Beethoven. The cold January wind razbushavena dismembered his long hair on the pillow. Beads of sweat damp his forehead, his face was yellow, a breathing difficulty. heartwarmers Dr. Wawruch removed medical devices, aiming to facilitate its unbearable pain. The instruments seemed to be part of a device of torture. Wawruch long needle inserted heartwarmers into the stomach of Beethoven drawing him liquid filled metal container. The floor crawling cockroaches. That rainy March night petnaesetgodishniot heartwarmers young pianist Ferdinand Hiller, with his fat Johann Nepomuk Hummel teacher traveled to Shvarcspanier house number 200. After hearing the news that his 56 year old friend is dying, Hummel wished to see him one last time. We found ourselves in a very difficult situation. His death was approaching with giant steps. But death does not frighten. He spoke with optimism for the future and new music projects sketched. "Beethoven deaf. Deaf musician. What irony! With my suffering will create joy for others "- played thoughts in his head that putting notes in the new symphony. When he saw his friend with the young boy, his eyes got a little smile and shine light his tired face. The table next to his bed guests left glasses of wine. Beethoven looked at them and said: - Oh, too late for these glasses of wine! Undoubtedly, you will soon leave this world. heartwarmers Aplaudirajte my friends, the comedy is already over! Heavy silence came in the room. White handkerchief fell from his weak hands on the floor. The young pianist immediately bent and it refresh ispotenoto head of the composer. Seeing him with his sad eyes, Beethoven muttered: - Despite my fiery, passionate temperament sensitive loneliness and separation, I was forced to segregate, to live a life of loneliness. heartwarmers But I could not leave this world until out what was inside me, all the passion, love, pain and despair. Art. Muse why I lived my entire life. Finally, I managed and triumphs. I took her fate on her neck! So do not forget the arts, young dude. Devote your life to it. Running on its perfection! Stepped into its secrets can they ascended to the divine! Once pronounce these words fell into a deep coma. The young man was moved. The legacy heartwarmers he has left will send lifetime. It was their last meeting with the great composer. After three days lightning again cut through the afternoon sky over Vienna. Strong thunder followed by lightning light wide open eyes of Beethoven. Straightened briefly squeezing your right hand into a fist sent to heaven. As if to say: "Dark forces depart. We won! "Then back ending another big finale of his life. Death-defying fate. The next morning petnaesetgodishniot Hiller with his teacher paid their last respects to Beethoven. He is close to his body, holding scissors in hand, but seemed too shy to do what was in mind. Hummel who looked to give courage heartwarmers and approval. Boy catching Beethoven's hair, isekuvajkji it a big lock. Then went to the noisy Vienna.
The sound of the evening train echoed in the cold while traveling through the thick forest. All the windows were tinted train while out crescent moon lit night. On the train there were many travelers. All were silent. And amazingly, each had black hair, black eyes, and wearing as little heartwarmers as possible for luggage to be seen and not cause suspicion. Just six days priest Petralde Copenhagen appeared to priest in the small fishing town Gilelej located on the northern coast of Denmark. I send a message from God: "These days you Priest