Game

      He admired Salieri–after all, who can't admire him? A proud man who conquered Vienna, her audience and the emperor. Antonio was an extraordinary man. He understood from half a note the creative potential of a young man who decided to conquer people with his music.       And although Salieri tried to hide it, but someone else's unusual gift must have sunk deep into his soul. Who can not be touched by such an audacious and attractive in their naivety performance against a higher will? A musician who stands on the side of the law prefers a freedom–loving fool who has tried so many unsuccessful times to become famous - what an irony of fate!       That young man himself did not understand his happiness – Salieri submitted to few people, preferring to watch silently, occasionally grinning. But something hooked him. It hit him sharply in the face, not allowing him to turn back his disgusted gaze from the new phenomenon.       The young man himself did not understand his happiness – the whole theater, the world applauded him! But he did not dare to take his eyes off the man he had thrown off a large pedestal that had been erected for years.       With great difficulty.       With sweat, tears and blood spent.       It's hard to look away when a recent acquaintance, whose name was Antonio in his distant childhood, drives him into a golden cage that Mozart himself unknowingly built for himself: after the loss of the beautiful Aloysia, after the death of his mother and father... He gave everything for this cage – and where did the path lead him? To the rusted bars.       Salieri is coming. Confident, slow. Like a lion getting close to his prey. After so many years that they know each other, everything is happening only now. And in a passionate kiss they merge, the young man and the one who arranged his collapse. And is he ashamed? Oh, no.       He's not ashamed. Shame has not lived in his chest for a long time.