Here's an excerpt from a film of Pushkin's original play (1830):
Pushkin was a poet, so translations don't to him justice, but this is better than nothing, i suppose:
Mozart
Aha! You saw me! I was hoping to
Surprise you with a little joke of mine.
Salieri
You’re here? When did you come?
Mozart
Just now. I had
Something to show you, and was on my way,
But passing by a tavern, suddenly
I heard a fiddle. Oh, Salieri, my friend,
You never in your life heard anything
So funny. This blind fiddler in a tavern
Playing Voi che sapete. Marvelous!
I had no choice, I had to bring him here
To treat you to the pleasure of his art.
In here!
(Enter a blind old man with a violin)
Play us a little Mozart, would you?
(The old man plays an aria from
Don Giovanni. Mozart laughs loudly.)
Salieri
And you can laugh at that?
Mozart
Oh come, Salieri,
Don’t you think it’s funny?
Salieri
No, I don’t.
When Raphael’s madonnas are defiled
By worthless daubers, I do not find it funny.
When a contemptible buffoon dishonors
Alighieri with his parodies,
I do not find it funny. Be off, old man.
Mozart
Wait. Take this for yourself, and drink my health.
(The old man leaves)
Salieri, you seem out of sorts. I’ll come
Again another time.
Salieri
What did you bring me?
Mozart
Oh, nothing. Just a trifle. The other night,
When my insomnia was racking me,
A few ideas came into my head.
Today I jotted them down. I wanted to
Hear your opinion, but I can see
You have no time for me.
Salieri
Oh, Mozart, Mozart,
When do I have no time for you? Sit down.
I’m listening.
Mozart (at the piano)
Imagine then...well, who?
Let’s say myself, a little younger, maybe,
A little bit in love, but not too much,
A pretty girl or friend -- yourself, let’s say --
Is with me, I feel good, when all at once...
A funereal vision, sudden gloom, or something...
Here, listen.
(He plays)
Salieri
You were bringing this to me,
And you could stop in at a tavern to listen
To a blind man with a fiddle? God,
Mozart, you are unworthy of yourself.
Mozart
You like it, do you?
Salieri
What profundity!
What boldness and what perfect form! Mozart,
You are a god, and do not even know it.
I know it, though.
Mozart
No! Really?...Maybe so.
But my Divinity is getting hungry.
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