Chapter 552 Project Hope

The morning sun shines into the hall through the window, and dust floats in the air, bringing a bit of tranquility.

Arthur, wearing a dark blue robe, paces along the wide corridor of the teaching building.

On the surface, he is fulfilling his duties as a school supervisor, supervising and examining whether these students who are in a hurry to come to class have drunk again last night. In fact, he is still thinking about the five-line scores of "Jasmine" and "Nessun Dorma".

After deciding to adapt "Turandot", Arthur and others quickly determined the division of labor.

Among them, Mendelssohn and Schumann are mainly responsible for most of the chorus and arias of the whole play, and Mr. Disraeli, a fashion literary giant, is responsible for secondary processing of the plot based on Goethe's original work.

As for Arthur's task...

In everyone's opinion, he got the most difficult part.

Because the overture that is responsible for introducing the audience to the mysterious oriental atmosphere, and the monologue aria in which the male protagonist Calaf expresses his firm intention to marry the princess will be handled by Arthur.

But for Arthur, who knew what was going on, these two pieces were not difficult at all. The overture was "Jasmine", and Calaf's monologue aria was "Nessun Dorma".

In fact, if it were not for the fear of stealing the show, Arthur originally planned to solve the chorus part of the final confrontation between Turandot and Calaf.

However, the ultimate purpose of adapting "Turandot" is to promote the good things between Mr. Schumann and his girlfriend.

In the final battle, this chorus itself is to show that Turandot's cold heart was melted by Calaf's love.

This part should be solved by Schumann himself anyway. Although the cold heart he wanted to melt was not that of the beautiful princess, but that of the future father-in-law who refused to marry his daughter to him.

But even if his task was only two pieces, even if he already had a draft in his mind, it was still quite difficult to actually start composing. After all, this is not a piano solo by one person. When composing, it is also necessary to consider whether the whole band can maintain mutual coordination.

In order to present the best stage effect, Arthur had to carefully consider which instruments should be used.

For the song "Nessun Dorma", the string group must be used collectively, including violins, violas, and cellos. In the climax, the double bass is also needed to provide a deep timbre.

For wind instruments, woodwinds and brass instruments must also be used together, with flutes, oboes, clarinets, and bassoons to provide warm colors, and French horns, trombones, and trumpets to enhance the dramatic and emotional climax.

In addition, percussion instruments must be introduced. Only timpani can provide a shocking power at the moment of great excitement.

Of course, the harp, a good friend of classical opera, must not be left out. Can an opera without a harp still be called a romantic opera?

As for whether the piano and organ will appear, it depends on whether Mr. Giovanni Rubini, the tenor that Mendelssohn highly admires, can hold the scene.

If his vocal condition is really as Mendelssohn said, and he can easily reach F5, then there is no need for piano and organ to support the harmony, but if his physical condition is not good, then Mendelssohn may have to come on stage and use the piano to cover him.

Just arranging the performance of "Nessun Dorma" has already consumed more than half of Arthur's energy.

But compared with the opening overture "Jasmine", "Nessun Dorma" is already simple.

How to show as much oriental atmosphere as possible under the existing conditions is a big question.

After all, there are no erhu, guzheng, pipa and bamboo flute in European symphony orchestras.

Arthur has been thinking about how to use the English flute to imitate the bamboo flute, whether the harp can imitate the timbre of the guzheng and pipa, and so on.

It's annoying enough to think about these things. If you have a devil who claims to have artistic authority and likes to talk too much, the arrangement process is simply torture.

Whenever Arthur thought the arrangement was appropriate enough, the Red Devil, who was standing aside and watching with interest, would jump out to find fault.

Although Arthur wanted to refute him, when he put Agares's ideas into practice, he found that such changes seemed to be more appropriate.

If the Duke of Hell was just enthusiastically making suggestions for the arrangement, it would not be so annoying. What is annoying is that Agares would only make a half-sarcastic comment when the song was about to be completed.

And every time he commented, Arthur had to rewrite the finalized song.

During this period, Arthur once questioned the Red Devil why he didn't finish his words at once.

As for the furious Arthur, Mr. Agares just lay leisurely on the piano stand, and took up his little file that he had used for many years to file his nails calmly: "My dear Arthur, we have not made a deal. Without soul, any word I say can be defined as pity."

Arthur certainly understood what this guy meant, but because of his understanding of the Red Devil, the more he said such words, the more he could not trade with him.

Because Agares now obviously enjoyed watching him repeatedly composing music, if he obediently contributed his soul at this time, the Red Devil would most likely dig a hole for him in the deal, and then enjoy his painful mood of regret and regret again.

You ask how Arthur knew this?

That was of course because he had been deceived in a similar way before. This was how he was sent to the University of London by Agares.

However, Agares's willingness to help was better than not saying a word. Although the progress was a bit slower and the process was quite torturous, the arrangement work was always progressing at the speed of ants moving.

Arthur just wandered all the way to the school gate. When he had nothing to do, he came out to relax. In addition to changing his mood, he could also supervise the enrollment work of Mr. Ohm, the new lecturer at the University of Göttingen.

In front of the school gate, Ohm was sweating profusely and preaching how interesting his courses were.

After seven days of publicity for free experimental classes, there were about 20 students who officially registered and paid for classes at Ohm.

Perhaps compared with later university classrooms, 20 students is not an outstanding number, but you must know that the total number of students at the University of Göttingen at this time was only more than 800, and Ohm was able to win over 20 students within a week. Students paying to attend classes are considered to be quite excellent.

The reason why his admissions scores are so excellent is also related to his rough life experience in his early years.

As a teacher who has been working on the front line of secondary education all year round, Ohm’s teaching level is far superior to that of most natural philosophy professors at the University of Göttingen. After all, for middle school teachers, teaching ability is the most important. As for the level of theoretical research, those are just the icing on the cake. If you have it, it’s great, but if you don’t have it, it won’t affect your work.

Of course, there is another reason why Ohm's enrollment work went so smoothly.

That is, Arthur secretly arranged for several students to act as caretakers for him.

Arthur knew that with Ohm's academic level, there was absolutely nothing wrong with being appointed professor of experimental physics at the University of Göttingen.

But there is no way. The school's regulations are there. If you want to be hired as a professor, you must go through this process.

After all, not everyone can handle things in such a special way as he does, relying on the imperial edict issued by the king and the administrative order of the Kingdom of Hanover to go all the way to the academic committee's old professors.

In order to allow Ohm to stay in Göttingen with peace of mind before being appointed as a professor. Arthur specifically asked Bismarck to bring a few close classmates to Ohm to sign up for classes. As for the registration fees, Arthur reimbursed them privately in double amounts.

Naturally, Bismarck, a poor man with a lot of debt, could not let go of this kind of free money.

But this kid didn't have many friends or enemies in Göttingen. Bismarck led the wolfdog around Göttingen and searched for him in a large circle, and only managed to find five heads for Arthur in total.

Fortunately, Ohm himself was capable. Even excluding Bismarck, who was ineffective, he still recruited fifteen students on his own.

Arthur could see Ohm standing on a wooden box he got from nowhere and passionately promoting his course halfway across the street. But he didn't know if it was because the freshness of the students had worn off. They gathered to watch his speech today. There are obviously many fewer students than in the past.

Or to be more precise, there was only one student who stood in front of the wooden box seriously and listened to his lecture.

"That..." the student said hesitantly: "Mr. Ohm..."

Ohm heard the only listener speak and walked down from the box with a smile: "What's wrong? Did you not understand something?"

"No, no, all your courses are easy to understand. If possible, I really hope to follow in your footsteps and accept your teachings, but..."

The student grabbed the hem of the washed and wrinkled shirt. His hair was slightly reddish-brown under the sunlight: "But there is no way, people still have to be realistic. I am here to say goodbye to you today. I want to I’m going back. Although I can’t enroll in Göttingen, it’s good to have a look. As a Hanoverian, I finally got to see what the best university in the country is like, which is a fulfillment of my wish.”

When Ohm heard this, his smile gradually faded, and he turned to a serious face: "Werner, are you going to drop out of school?"

"It's not that I dropped out of school..." The poor student scratched his head: "I should be able to study for one more year. My father sent me and my brother to Catlin School in Lübeck last year. I was transferred to the fifth grade. , my brother is in fourth grade. When I go back this year, I will be in sixth grade. If nothing goes wrong, I will have a high school diploma by this time next year."

"Aren't you going to go to college?"

Ohm tried to cheer him up. He pointed to the Göttingen campus behind him and said: "Look, what a great place this is! You know, I am just a lecturer in Göttingen. Even a teacher like me, you I think it's all very good. Don't you want to go a step further and receive the careful teachings of geniuses like Gauss and Weber? Oh, by the way, there is also Sir Arthur Hastings. If you enroll next year, you can't tell? There is still a chance to become his first student.”

The poor student looked a little embarrassed. He buried his head and looked very unsure: "Mr. Ohm, I also want to go to college, but... you know, my family's conditions are not particularly rich, and there are many children in the family. 12. Although I want to go to college, the cost here is too high. If I force my brothers to drop out because I go to school alone, it would be really selfish.”

Although he had only been with the young man for 7 days, Ohm had already guessed that his family situation was not good. Apart from anything else, if you want to observe the environment in which a person grew up, just invite him to dinner. And Ohm took him to dinner almost every day this week, so even if he was slow, he could see some clues.

However, what he didn't expect was that this young man not only had an average family background, but also had so many sisters and brothers.

If his family was like Ohm's, with only two boys and one girl, then his parents would grit their teeth, and he could still finish his university studies by working part-time.

But there are twelve brothers and sisters, this...

However, even though he knew the situation was not optimistic, Ohm still had a glimmer of fantasy in his heart: "I remember you told me before that your father received higher education and participated in the Napoleonic Wars. Didn't he save any money over the years?"

The poor student sighed: "Yes, my father did participate in the Napoleonic Wars. He was a cavalryman in the Royal German Corps of the Kingdom of Hanover. It's just that after retiring from the army, he used all his retirement money to rent a farm. Life on the farm was not rich and very hard, but my parents attached great importance to our education.

They originally wanted us to receive formal School education, but because the school is too far from home and my brothers and sisters are too young, they are worried about letting their children go far away, so they gritted their teeth and hired a tutor. But the tutor died of illness within two years, so they sent our two oldest children to Lübeck to study.

But you also know that the cost of studying abroad and studying at home is completely different. When I was at home, I ate and drank from the farm, and I lived in my own house without spending money. But when I went to school outside, it was a big expense every year just to eat and live in the school building, not to mention the high tuition fees. "

Ohm felt a little sorry when he heard this. He also came from a poor family and could empathize with the other party's situation.

Ohm asked, "Have you thought about what to do in the future?"

The student looked at the sky in confusion: "I... I don't know. To be honest, I don't like the school I'm in now. Katrin School is a liberal arts middle school, and the main course is to learn ancient languages. Although I am very interested in the works of classical writers, learning boring grammar is meaningless.

When I was studying with a tutor, I was most interested in mathematics. The mathematics class at Katrin School is very shallow. Although I am in the fifth grade now, I have always attended the sixth grade mathematics class. But even so, in my opinion, the sixth grade mathematics class is still too shallow.

These days, you took me to the mathematics class in Göttingen, and I also attended the lecture of Mr. Dirichlet, a mathematics professor at the University of Berlin yesterday. After I have seen these real mathematics courses, I don't know what the point of returning to Katrin Middle School is? Maybe it's just to get a high school diploma?"

Ohm wanted to comfort the other party, but when he heard these words, he felt like someone was stabbing him in the heart with a knife.

He knew very well that any words of comfort at this time would sound hypocritical, and would be useless except to make himself feel better and satisfy his pathetic moral vanity.

As a responsible teacher, nothing could be more painful than seeing a talented student who was eager to continue learning drop out of school.

Ohm's body trembled, he took a deep breath, and then reached into his pocket.

His pocket was as clean as his clothes, but it still did not prevent him from putting a few thalers in it, which was the registration fee he had just received this morning.

Ohm held the thalers in his palm, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had made a great determination, grabbed the other person's hand, and put the warm thalers in the student's hand.

"Werner, let me tell you something. There is no difficulty in this world that cannot be overcome. As long as you are determined enough, the problem will always be solved. I hope this is not your last visit to Göttingen. If you want to study here, I can lend you the tuition. But please understand that my ability is limited, so you still need to raise living expenses and rent by working. However, I think this is not a big problem for someone who is determined to make further progress in the career of natural philosophy, because I also worked to earn my living expenses."

The student obviously Frightened by Ohm's behavior, he was stunned at first, staring blankly at the thaler in his hand, then raised his head and looked at Ohm in front of him: "Mr. Ohm, you...you gave me all the money, what will you do?"

"I..." Ohm was speechless for a moment, he dodged his eyes and said: "Don't worry about me, I still have some savings."

"Really?" At this moment, a gentle laugh sounded from the tree-lined avenue in the campus: "Why didn't I know about this?"

Ohm and the students turned their heads and looked, Arthur in a blue robe walked out of the campus slowly with a book in his hand.

He glanced at the student, then at Ohm: "Mr. Ohm, financial aid is not something you, as a lecturer, should be responsible for. But I forgive you, because you have only been in the school for a short time, so you probably don't know that for the descendants of soldiers who have served in the army, especially the children of soldiers from such glorious units as the Royal German Legion, the school has set up special tuition subsidies."