Giuseppe Tartini was born April 8, 1692, and died February 26, 1770. He was a musician, violinist, compositor of pieces that captivated people. Nobody could reach his level, he was insuperable.
Even more with his best work; "The Devil's Sonata". Many admire that piece, others simply don't want to hear from it, and the few who know the truth fear it for life.
The French astronomer Jérôme Lalande has recorded in his book Voyage d'un François the supposed meeting Giuseppe had with the devil. The latter one said:
"One night, in 1713, I dreamed that I had made a pact with the Devil and he was at my service. Everything went wonderfully well; All my wishes were well anticipated and satisfied by my new servant. It happened that, at one point, I gave him my violin and challenged him to play some romantic piece for me. My astonishment was enormous when I heard him play, with great bravery and intelligence, a sonata as unique and romantic as I had never heard before. Such was my wonder, ecstasy, and delight that I was stunned and a violent emotion woke me up. I immediately took my violin wishing to remember at least a part of what I had just heard, but it was in vain. The sonata that I composed is, by far, the best I have ever written and I still call it "The Devil's Sonata", but it was so inferior to what I had heard in the dream that I would have liked to destroy my violin into pieces and leave music forever..."
Giuseppe died of gangrene years later, and those around him swore to hear a faint and barely audible melody. That sonata with which the violinist had been taken to the top, only in such a perfect way that people were afraid to move and stop hearing it.
Not because you live for years means that the devil will forget your soul. No, no. Now Giuseppe has been condemned to play that sonata forever, with the blood of his cut fingers staining the soft and fine strings of the precious instrument, which burned in flames while the melody echoed in hell.
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"Dancing with the Devil." | Larry Stylinson. TRANSLATION
FanficIt's 1967 and Harry is tired of being that little religious boy who everyone makes fun of. Tired of God pretending not to hear him, he decides to take other reins in secret; How bad could it go if he turned to the Devil? How fast would he answer him...
