Сегодня мне очень грустно, поэтому будут цитаты из той самой программки к "Тристану...", которую я купила в Венской опере.
Из письма Рихарда Вагнера к Матильде Везендонк:
"Lucerne, 8 May 1859
My child! My child! Tears have been streaming from my eyes as I was composing!
Kurwenal:
Amidst your own meadows and delights,
in the light of the old sun
where from death and from your wounds
you will blessedly be healed. -
That will be very harrowing - especially as it makes no impression at all upon Tristan, but passes over him like a hollow sound. There's immense tragedy in it! It's all overwhelming!"