Spin-off - The Broken Music Although nothing to do with almost nothing in terms of plot, this story was inspired by the movie "The Concert" by Radu Mihailehanu. Darja awoke to the sound of the violin Elias. In the house sounded very sad and melancholic music.
Eranp already a few weeks that Elias was behaving in a strange way, more or less since he arrived in the house at the end of the last mission. The proud and indomitable spark that had learned to love and troubled in the few months of their relationship had disappeared from his eyes.
Often, just after sunset, Elias took the violin that had been recovered in Berlin and started to play some sad music. Some recognized the Darja: Paganini, Chopin Chaijkovski and others do not. Perhaps he had composed himself.
Whenever, at some point in the concert, sometimes before, sometimes near the end, there was a smear, an imperfection. Sometimes a note was played out of time, too late, sometimes it was a sound from a dirty finger slipped on the string, but always the concert was interrupted abruptly. Darja heard the front door slam violently, and Elias, who ran out in the woods only to return at dawn and collapse on the bed, plunging immediately into sleep without dreams of vampires. Darja
knew something was wrong, but, however hard he tried, Elias would not talk about, indeed, whenever Darja touched the subject, her partner became aggressive and went.
black puffy clouds were gathering on the horizon of rain. Darja knew that the storm was coming, but could only wait.
This time too, like all others, Darja listened rapt to the concert, hoping that this time everything went well, holding my breath waiting, until at a certain point, a difficult passage, here is a mistake to ruin a perfect harmony. There was a cry
barely human, and then the sound of things that were smashed. "The storm has arrived ..." thought Darya and ran down the stairs.
Elias was in the room, a prey to a blind rage, he was making havoc of all that was around, cursing the Germans with the worst and most creative curses ever conceived in Poland. In the middle of the room, but intact on the ground, was the violin. Darja knew that, as angry, Elias has never destroyed a violin, not after the Nazis had wrecked his contempt for his eyes, before you break his hands. Darja
stood in the doorway and waited with tears in his eyes.
Elias threw a punch at the wall, so strong as to make us a hole. When withdrew his hand was bloody. Darja could not suppress a groan. Elias felt, she turned to her and finally saw her.
collapsed to his knees on the ground, holding his broken hand and bleeding, and started crying, shaking with sobs. Darja
came up, walking in a dream among the mutilated remains of furniture, and knelt beside him. She hugged him close and whispered words of comfort, stroking his hair.
"Why?" Groaned Elias. Darja would not know what to say, but hugged him stronger than him, feeling the bones protruding through my shirt.
After a while, Elias raised his head from the shoulder of the Amu Darya and looked straight into his face. In his eyes there was only anger and sadness. "It would be less cruel if I could not play most of all, you know? And yet, every time I pick up the violin, I think I can still play like I did once, but it is not. "He said softly, through tears.
"Your music is still beautiful." Darja comforted him.
Elias shook his head. "No, Darja. It is broken, mutilated. - Said bitterly - I once was a virtuoso, play this music without a barb. It was a perfect harmony. Now they are at most mediocre. I could stand it if I did not remember how it was before, if I did not know all that I lost ... "
Darja silent. There were no words to heal her loss, he could just let him vent.
"If I could not play anymore, it would be better, at least I would be tempted to try and despair of not succeeding, but as far as trying to finally break them, ever heal, but not completely." Confessed the bloody hand clutching his chest .
"It hurts to be mad, like the first time, but every time I hope it's that good. I hope to undo the damage I have caused and to be back as I was, or at least put an end once and for all, but it does not happen ... - Sobbed - I am a ruin, a shadow of what was ... And my music is broken and useless as a table without a leg or a cordless telephone handset ... "Darja
A narrowed heart to see Elias reduced in that state. It did not seem even the man who picked up dying with tuberculosis and hands broken, had applied to become a vampire to fight again against the Nazis. Elias now seemed old and defeated. What is left to bring down such a thing, after all that had passed, would have seemed absurd, but Darja knew that the music and the violin were the last things that kept Elias tied to its past life.
In the months before, had never had a moment of peace, always in pursuit of some Nazi, always on a war footing, but now that they were at rest, Elias was slowly realizing now that the time had finally do so, all he had lost father, mother, friends, home, and even his city.
The music was just the final straw in a pot full of pain already to the brim.
Elias wept bitterly, sobbing so hard that his whole body was shaking it almost skeletal. Darja could not bear to see him like this. "Damn Nazi!" swore softly. "Listen to me, Elias Rabinovitch - he said, taking her face in her hands, her eyes shining with tears and anger, but with a firm voice - Your music is not a scrap. It's like the Victory of Samothrace or the Venus de Milo is not what it once was, but it is no less beautiful, indeed, it is still more to be survived the war and destruction. "
Elias stopped sobbing and looked at her, astonished.
"You're not finished, Elias - Darja continued, his voice sweeter - You still have much to do, so much beauty to offer the world. You can still compose and teach. You can still chase the absolute harmony and, one day, unless you surrender, you will hear your work played at the Bolshoi. You just started your new life, Elias Rabinovitch, - murmured, stroking his face - but if you surrender now, those who have done this you will have won. "As he spoke, large silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
"No. - Elias said, wiping his face with his good hand - will not let him. "
Darja heaved a sigh of relief at seeing the old spark is rekindled in the eyes of his companion.
Elias took a deep breath. "You're right, Darja. - He said, much quieter - I can not give up now. I can not let what I'm obsessed with. I still have much to do with you ... "
Elias appeared on the face of the shadow of a smile. "For example, to hunt down Nazi ..."
Darja smiled, took her hand gently broken by Elias between her and kissed her.
"You and I have only just begun, my love ..." she whispered.
