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Listen! Don't you hear these mad symphonies of grievance and fear?
Melancholy and despair can be sensed when we draw near. Some hear a violin
sound, others hear a man moaning in tears. These fields are haunted by
nature's most sombre melodies. Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence
from light, mirth and vitality. These grounds are haunted by reflections
from World War II...
Arise! 1941, '42
The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious. There's one
soldier incapable of committing sin. Kept alive by his comrades thanks to
his heavenly gift with a violin.
His brilliant music so beautiful and pure... Shining warmth upon every
soldier. It helps them to endure. Breath-taking melodies consuming all
hate, sorrow and fear. These magnificent tunes are like silk for their
ears. And for a moment their pain disappears.
But this moment will not last when they are baffled by another blast. The
enemy is near. Rain of bullets killing soldiers there and here. And so the
instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war. It plays the
music of the dead; music made of lead. "I've had enough of this sickening
war and it's murderous puppets! They don't understand the language of
music cannot be spoken in death. I never took a life! Maybe now is the
time to take mine. In the name of music; shall I cut my wrists or hang
myself high by a violin string? A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!
"
The enemy lies on the other side of the field. He decides to walk straight
into the fire fight, playing this dreamlike masterpiece. Every soldier
stops, holds his breath. Not a single shot is being heard during an intro
for his own death.
And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end, both sides
simultaneously open fire. There's the corpse of the violinist lying in mud
and barbed wire.
These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist. Can't you
hear his call of death? Listen! Don't you hear these mad symphonies of
grievance and fear? Melancholy and despair can be sensed when we draw
near. Some hear a violin sound... Others hear a man moaning in tears.
The funerary dirge of a violinist...