In this heroic procession, I give the chief to be the strong and pure Beethoven. In the midst of his suffering, he had hoped that his example would support other victims, "may the unfortunate man, seeing a victim as unfortunate as he is, in spite of the obstacles of nature, do everything in his power to become a worthy man by which he can masturbate." After years of superman's struggle and effort, overcoming his suffering, and accomplishing what he called "braging courage to poor mankind," the promand of the province, in response to a friend who had mentioned God to him, said, "Oh man, you help yourself." --Romain Rolland
Beethoven was born on December 16, 1770 in the attic of a dilapidated house in Tenten, near Cologne. His father was an unintelligent and alcoholic tenor singer. The mother was a maid, the daughter of a cook. Due to the early death of his mother and the incompetence of his father, his unfortunate childhood took on the burden of family reality very early.
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Despite his unmistakable musical talent, his life was exacerbated by the fact that from the fall of 1815, Beethoven's ears were completely deaf. Regarding the rehearsal of "Fidelio" in 1822, there is a tragic account of Hinterle. "Beethoven asked to personally conduct the final prelude... From the second part of the first act, it is obvious that he did not hear the singing on the stage. He slowed down the progress of the music much; as the orchestra followed his baton, the singers on the stage hurried forward with their own care. The result is that the whole world is out of order. The orchestra conductor, Onglov, without giving any reason, proposed a break, and Beethoven became uneasy, and he looked around, trying to guess the crux of the problem from different faces: but everyone was silent. He suddenly called out to me in a commanding tone. As I approached, he gave me the talk manual and motioned for me to write. I wrote: I beg you not to continue, and I will tell you why when I go back. So he jumped off the stage and shouted at me, "Let's go!" He ran home in one breath; he fell on the bed, his hands holding his face; he did not say a word during the meal, maintaining a look of deepest pain. After dinner, when I wanted to say goodbye, he kept me and said he didn't want to be alone at home. When we broke up, tatsumi, he asked me to accompany me to the doctor, famous for his otology... In all of my friendship with Beethoven, not a single day has been compared to the fatal day of this November. His heart was wounded, and he never forgot the impression of this terrible scene until his death. ”
In this abyss of misery, Beethoven engaged in the praise of joy. It was his life's plan. He had this idea since 1793 when he was in Ponn. He sang joy all his life, and he made this singing the end of one of his great works. The form of the hymn, and in which work these questions were placed, he hesitated all his life. We should note that the original title of the Ninth Symphony is not the Choral Symphony, which is often used today, but the Symphony ending with a chorus of odes to joy.
This unfortunate man, who had suffered for a long time, always wanted to sing the praises of the beauty of "joy"; year after year, he postponed this undertaking until the last day of his life.
His tome finally triumphed over vulgarity. He was struck by the frivolous atmosphere of Vienna, knowing that Vienna was completely under the influence of Rossini and Italian opera. On May 7, 1824, Beethoven held the first concert of the D-tone Mass and the Ninth Symphony in Vienna, with unprecedented success. When Beethoven appeared, he was welcomed by the crowd five times, and in this country that pays attention to etiquette, it is customary to use only three applause for the appearance of the royal family. So the police had to intervene. The symphony caused a frenzied commotion, and many people began to cry.
Beethoven fainted after the finale; everyone carried him to Hintler's house, where he slept dimly with his clothes on, drinking or eating until the next morning. But the victory was temporary and unprofitable for Beethoven. Concerts didn't make him any money. The embarrassment of material life remains the same. He was poor, sick, lonely, but he overcame—over the mediocrity of mankind, over his own destiny, over his pain.
Therefore, it can be said that he has reached the goal he has longed for all his life. He has seized the joy, though he has to fall into the pain of the past from time to time. The triumph of the Ninth Symphony seems to have left its glorious mark on Beethoven's heart. So much so that Dr. Speyler saw him in 1826 and said that his complexion had become happy and exuberant.
However, death still creeps in. At the end of November 1826, Beethoven lay on his dying bed, and after three surgeries, he swallowed his last breath in the wind and rain, in the snow and wind, and in a thunderclap.
Dear Beethoven! How many people have praised his artistic greatness. But he is far from being the first musician, but the most heroic force in modern art. For those who generally suffer and struggle, he is the biggest and best friend. When we are grieved by the calamity of the world, He will come to us and comfort the weeping one. When we struggle to the tired light, to be immersed in the ocean of his will and faith, we will reap ineffable benefits. What He gave us was a courage, a joy of struggle, a drunkenness of feeling with God... Beethoven's close friend Zinterer once said: "He grasped the spirit of nature." That's right: Beethoven is the bottom force of nature, a primitive force that, when it engages the rest of nature, produces Homer's epic spectacle.
His whole life was an unfortunate man, poor, crippled, lonely, man caused by pain, the world did not give him joy, but he created joy to give to the world!
Excerpted from "Celebrity Biography of Beethoven"
Editor: Chen Xihan Zhou Minxian