Marianne was a schoolgirl. She was learning to play the piano, and day after day her father stood behind her as she practiced. Now he was showing her daughter how to play a difficult piece. She put her heart into it and was making progress, very good progress. It was not long before she could play it wonderfully.
And there, in the big chair, sat Wolfgang, her four-year-old brother. Marianne never had to tell him to keep quiet when she was practicing.
When Marianne finished, the father said to her,” You have done very well.” There was a smile on his face. She could see he was pleased. At that moment, Wolfgang ran to his father and asked his father to let him play the piece Marianne had just learned.
What a joke that was! The father picked up his body and laughed and laughed. He said, ” Look at your small hands. Well, you are too young to learn it .You must wait, little man. You must wait.”
There was a lot of fun during dinner when Marianne told her mother that Wolfgang wanted to play one of the difficult pieces. After dinner Marianne helped do washing-up while her father was reading a newspaper.
But now the newspaper was put down and the father was on his feet. “Listen!” said he . “Listen! Marianne is playing that piece much better.”
But Marianne was doing washing-up in the kitchen. Then the father went upstairs quietly with a lamp in his hand. He opened the door, and saw little Wolfgang playing in the dark. “I love it so!” said the child.
It was the beginning of Mozart’s life of music.
参考资料:自己翻得~翻译不当多多包涵~~