The Piano 4K 1993 Ultra HD 2160p

Story Movie

Mid 19th century. Silent Ada, together with her little daughter and her beloved piano, leaves her native Scotland and moves to the other side of the world, to New Zealand, where her future husband Stuart is waiting for her. He refuses to deliver the piano to the house, which remains abandoned on the shore. Ada, who has not spoken since she was six, nevertheless shows her husband the depth of her anger. For this strong woman, silence is far from a sign of consent.

Stuart's neighbor Baines, who looks like a savage, brings a piano that replaces Ada's voice to his home. She can get it back, but only if she comes to Baines's house and gives him music lessons - according to the number of keys. These lessons will lead them into the abyss of fatal passions...

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Berthold Averbakh

There is silence where there was not a single sound. There is silence where there is not a single sound. There is silence where not a single sound can be... In a cold grave, at the bottom of a deep, deep sea...

The dark thickness of the water almost does not let in the sun's rays ... Slightly swaying, a huge stingray slowly soars ... A flock of purple fish swims smoothly and bewitchingly ... As if under the breeze, long and thin, like hair, white algae sway ... And between the thickets of algae at the very bottom of the ocean a piano stands on powerful chiseled legs. Its lid, once a work of art, is thrown back. The keys were completely covered with sand… Sea grass sprouted through the cracks of the once polished music stand… The piano is silent. It will never utter another sound... This seabed is its grave...

Why do I have this dream so often? Why do I sometimes see a figure on a rope just above the piano... No, I won't even look up there... I don't want to see it now...

Strange dreams, filled with peace and quiet, I began to dream not so long ago ...

And before that, I often dreamed of a tropical forest ... Impenetrable mud ... Trees covered with green moss from the ground to branches ... Rain that did not stop for days ... I dreamed of sharp, as if in reality, guttural wild Maori songs ... And their terrible tattooed faces ...

Sometimes I saw the ocean shore, white cold sand ... Huge steel-colored waves rushing with a roar on the shore, exhausted by the ebb and flow ... They hit the sand and roll back with a rustle ... And ... a piano ... My piano on a deserted white coast, boarded up with rough boards ... It wants to speak, scream, cry, but they don’t let it…

And then I suffered so much from it. Now there is no suffering ... Almost ... Where it is now, peace and silence ... And I have LIFE! I chose my own life. And I'm happy... Almost...

A few days ago, I woke up to hear my daughter's desperate cry... She had a nightmare... I know to the smallest detail what she dreamed... My heart is breaking, but I could not protect her then from what happened... I am a bad mother. If I could change everything... If only I could make the right choice at the right time... Now my daughter wouldn't have nightmares...

I'm looking at her now... She's sleeping. I run my hand through her tangled hair... They are so soft... She smiles in her sleep, hugging her old bear. She wants him to protect her ... She always needed protection, warmth and attention (As well as me. She and I are so similar), but I could not give her that then ...

She, like me, feels the music. She is a visionary and visionary. This was also passed on to her from me ... She is a talker and a laugher, and looking at her, now I am becoming the same ... My husband says that my daughter and I have similar voices, high, like songbirds ... Although I speak very badly. I'm just learning ... After all, in that old life I was dumb ...

I resurrect that time again and again... My old life... There are so many memories in it - beautiful and bitter... Beautiful... If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be here now, wouldn't be with him. Bitter ... which still stand before my eyes and do not allow my daughter to sleep peacefully ..

I look at my sleeping daughter... She is already quite big, almost a bride, but in her heart she is still the same little stubborn child with angel wings behind her shoulders. Sometimes I am amazed at how harmful and unpredictable these little angels can be... A fidget, a hurry, and now a seam on her shirt has gone on her shoulder, but she did not notice. I'll have to patch up the hole in the morning...

I remember how George touched me for the first time through a tiny hole in my stocking... He circled it with his finger, timidly touching a tiny patch of skin, and at that moment I realized that I had been waiting for him all my life... Who would have thought that this rude powerful dork with an aboriginal tattoo on his face, he will be able to find the key to such secret places of my soul, the existence of which I myself did not know before meeting him ... How well I remember our first meeting ... and then he could not even read ...

I remember the smell of wood… That wooden house that witnessed a strange love. This little hut where we spent a short but delightful part of our lives... I remember the road... the long dirt road I used to walk to him every day.

It's raining outside the window... It's better to close the shutters. It also rained heavily that day. I got soaked then, and I was disgusted in that terrible dirty white dress ... And these black and white photographs were as artificial as my smile on them.

As soon as I open the piano now, I remember those old keys... My piano has lost one of them. On that fateful day, I pulled out the key and gave it to him... along with my heart... I already knew for sure that my heart would belong only to him... Forever.

All our strange games inevitably led to one thing... But who could have known how cruel the games of adults could become... Who could have known that Bluebeard might be hiding behind the seemingly calm facade of some men? I still shudder when I hear the blows of an ax in the street ...

And George ... then he heard the music that lived in me ... It was amazing how he talked to me without saying a word, how he heard words that I did not say out loud ... My smile told him that I needed in him, his eyes promised he would never leave me...

Even now, when he touches me, I know that he will never let me fall. Most people can speak in words, but they will never understand how we feel for each other. Without words.

At night, I still imagine my piano in its grave, at the bottom of the ocean... But sometimes I imagine myself hovering above it. There is peace and quiet ... The calm blue waves of the sea slowly rock me in their arms, without making a single sound. This lulls me. There, at the bottom of the open piano, covered with sand and overgrown with algae, where the notes of my heart have fallen asleep forever, an old children's lullaby sounds. Yes, that's her... And she's mine. And only I can hear the quiet melody that sounds in my dreams ... Just me and George ...