New Life - страница 2

* Yes, it is beautiful, said the father, lost in thought.

* You, who are you, everyone is talking about you. Let's see your skill.

He placed a chair and invited him, "Please, I am waiting for you. Show me your skill. Sir, at your service." When he said service, "Neither I nor you are slaves. We are both free people." A while passed, the sound of the guitar performance spread into the room. It was as if the guitar's sound was spreading. And at this moment something happened.

* Sir, what happened?

* Your work is truly terrifyingly beautiful. This performance is like the Beethoven or Mozart of the piano. You are truly a genius, my friend. Your hands seem to bring a special harmony to the strings. You have specially revived and brought it to life.

But you cannot bring out that dead truth, you know which truth. The dead compositions of the past.

I am looking for truth more than music. There is a secret hidden there; when I find it, I feel comfortable. Come, let me tell you that truth. Hold your breath for a moment, end the thoughts in your world for a moment. Revive, go into the world filled with secrets under the sound of music, get lost there.

You know, my father would always say this, music is a work. Or it is a life. You have to hide among the sounds coming from its strings and unite with the sounds and voices.

* Look, I see this in you. You are talented. Come tomorrow, take care of your work; I don't like leaving work unfinished. Will you continue your work tomorrow or not? Say it clearly.

* Yes, sir. But how much is the salary?

* 800 Euros.

* Okay, I will come tomorrow.

* You are truly a good person, and believe my words, I said this. I am not praising you falsely, nor am I taking your time. Know that this is not a test. I don't bring fake musicians to my restaurant...

* Anyway, come tomorrow and start working, brother.

The manager, this person who had spent his life in poverty, knew the language of everything. He had built this restaurant with his own labor. He paid attention to every detail, to having everything in its order, everything in its proper place. He always walked around with a plastic bag. Because he feels nauseous from lack of air. Our manager, who has asthma. He was always in a coat, like Hitler of Germany; everything was special about this man. It was as if every move he made, even the step of his walk, was special.

* Hello, beautiful girl, how are you?

* Hello, sir, thank you very much. What can I do for you?

* Just bring me some cold water, please.

The girl, who ran for cold water, was afraid of the master. Because no matter how much of a smiling, pleasant person he was, he was also such a careful, strict person. He even looked at the dirtiness of the glass. Because for him, the first thing was the cleanliness of the restaurant and keeping it attached to the customers.

* Sir, the Radelblers want to hold a party today because of this. They want to ask for your permission.

* Do they have money?

* No, they just want to hold a banquet for their daughter.

* No problem, they can pay later.

The brothers finally stole the bicycles and took them to their home. To the house with small rooms. They took out the extra things in the room. They packed the bicycles inside and they will sleep outside today because there is no space.

* Do you know what will happen to our mother if we get caught? Do you know why we are like this?