Chapter 38 singer josephine

Our female singer is called Josephine.Whoever has not heard her singing will not feel the charm of singing art, and no one will not be attracted by her singing.This, in particular, deserves a higher rating, since our generation as a whole doesn't like music.Serenity and peace are our favorite music, our lives are hard, and even if we are freed from all the worries of everyday life, we will not be able to reach the place that music can achieve, because it is too far away from our real life.But we don't complain too much about it, we haven't gotten that far yet, what we need now is a certain kind of practical shrewdness, which is our greatest strength, whatever happens to us We are used to masturbating with a shrewd smile, even if one day we really long for happiness from music.However, this situation has not yet appeared.Only Josephine is an exception. She likes music and knows how to spread music.She is the only one, and if she dies, music will disappear from our lives too, for how long.

I often think: what kind of music is this?We really don't understand music, how can we understand Josephine's singing?Or do you think you understand it? (For Josephine does not acknowledge our understanding.) The simplest answer may be: her singing is so beautiful that even the dullest senses are not indifferent to it.However, the answer was not satisfactory.If this is the case, then when everyone hears her singing, it will definitely feel different, and this feeling will last forever, as if the sound coming out of her voice is something we have never heard before, and we Nor is the ability to hear at all, only this Josephine can make us hear it, no one else can do it except her.In my opinion, however, this is precisely not the case. I do not have this feeling, and neither do my fellow-awarenesses.In our circle of friends, we confess frankly: as far as singing is concerned, Josephine is not unusual.

Is this actually singing?Although we don't know music, we have a tradition of singing.In the ancient times of our nation, there has been singing, the legend says so, and even some songs have been preserved. Of course, no one can sing these songs anymore.Therefore, we can still imagine what singing is.But Josephine's art is at odds with what we imagined.Is this actually singing?Was it just whistling?We are all familiar with whistling, which is an inherent artistic skill of our nation, or rather, it is not a skill at all, but a unique expression of life.We all whistle, but, of course, no one would ever think of passing it off as an art, we whistle without noticing it, yes, without noticing it, and even many of our countrymen do not even know it: whistling belongs to One of our characteristics.If Josephine really wasn't singing, but just whistling, or, at least in my opinion, didn't go beyond the boundaries of ordinary whistles at all-perhaps she didn't even have the strength to whistle ordinary whistles, and an ordinary digger Workers can easily blow all day while working - if all this is true, then Josephine's so-called artist status will be revoked, and the mystery of its huge influence should be solved .

But it is true that Josephine made more than just whistling.If you stand far away from her and listen attentively, or better yet: if you want to test yourself in this area, for example, when Josephine sings with the group, you go to Distinguish her voice, and you will undoubtedly hear nothing but an ordinary whistle, accentuated at best by softness or thinness.However, when you stand in front of her, you will feel that she is not just whistling.To understand Josephine's art, one must not only hear her sing, but see her sing.Although this is just the whistle we whistle every day, the difference is that she is doing a very ordinary thing seriously.Smashing walnuts is certainly not art, so no one would dare to gather an audience and smash walnuts in public to entertain them.However, if someone does this and achieves his goal, then this is not just a simple walnut cracking.Or walnut cracking, but it shows: we ignore the art because we are so good at it, and this novice walnut cracker reveals to us the true nature of art.It might even have worked better had he cracked walnuts a little less than most of us.

Perhaps there is a similarity between cracking walnuts and Josephine's singing, a skill we marvel at in her and blind to the same in ourselves.On this question, she shares exactly the same views as us.Once I happened to be there, when a listener reminded Josephine that it was an ordinary national whistle (of course, such things often happen), although he said it very politely, but it was too much for Josephine. unacceptable.She immediately broke into a sneer of pomp and pretense that I had never seen before.She originally looked extraordinarily weak on the outside, although there are many such women in our nation, she still stands out.She had acted rough then, but she probably sensed it immediately and controlled herself.In any case, she does not admit any connection between her art and whistling in general.She sniffs, and probably harbors a grudge, at those who disagree, but she doesn't admit it.It was no ordinary vanity, for the opposition (of which I half belonged) certainly admired her no less than anyone else.But what Josephine wants is not just to be admired, but to be admired by everyone in strict accordance with the way she stipulates. Admiration alone is worthless to her.In short, if you sit in front of her, you will understand her; you will only oppose her when you are far away from her.When you sit in front of her, you know: what she blows is not a whistle.

Since whistling is such an unthinking habit of ours, you might think that some of Josephine's audience might have whistled.When we enjoy her art, we are in a good mood, and when we are, we whistle.Her audience, however, did not whistle, but remained silent and silent, as if we had enjoyed that long-awaited tranquility which we could not achieve with our own whistles.Therefore, we are silent.Is it her singing that fascinates us, or the solemnity that surrounds her thin little voice?It happened once that when Josephine was singing, some silly girl innocently began to whistle, and it was exactly the same as Josephine's singing we heard, although it was absolutely It may be impossible to tell the difference between the skilled but always cautious whistle and the ecstatic, ecstatic, innocent whistle of the audience here.But we immediately hissed the little rascal, even though it wasn't necessary, because when Jochenfini whistled triumphantly, spread her arms and stretched her neck out of control , She will definitely be ashamed and afraid, and feel ashamed.

She has always been like this. Every little thing, every accident, every unfavorable thing, such as the creaking sound of the front row, the rattling of teeth, and the failure of lighting, she thinks is an excellent way to improve her singing effect. Chance.In her opinion, she was singing to a group of deaf people. Although there was enthusiasm and applause in the audience, she had long since given up hope for real understanding.For her, the occurrence of various disturbances is just the most appropriate, and a little struggle, or even no struggle, can overcome all those foreign disturbances that are opposed to the purity of her singing.This helped to awaken the populace, not to teach them to understand her, but to make them respect her.

Small things can be so beneficial to her, let alone big things.Our life is very unstable, with all kinds of accidents, worries, hopes and fears that arise every day. If a person does not have the help of his companions day and night, he cannot bear it alone.But even getting help is often difficult: sometimes thousands of shoulders share a load that should have been carried by one, even trembling.At this moment, Josephine thought her chance had come.She stood there early, this slender thing, the area below the chest was trembling frighteningly, as if trying to condense all the strength of the whole body into the singing, as if putting everything that could not directly contribute to the singing, every bit of strength, every She used all her life, as if she had given up everything, and only the kind gods protected her.When she devotes her whole body and mind to singing obsessively, it seems that a gust of cold wind can blow her to the west.However, at such times, we, the so-called opponents, are accustomed to say: "She can't even whistle, and she takes so much effort not to sing--we don't talk about singing--but to barely blow out the nationally popular song. Whistle." We think so.However, as mentioned earlier, this is nothing more than an impression that, though inevitable, quickly dissipates like a passing cloud.We were immediately overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the crowd, huddled close to each other warmly, listening with bated breath.

Our nation is characterized by activities, and we often run around for some unclear purposes.In order to gather this group of people around her, Josephine mostly had only one way: tilt her little head back, open her mouth halfway, and look up, as if she was about to sing.She can do it whenever and wherever she wants, not in a place that can be seen from afar, but in any remote corner chosen by a whim.The word that she was going to sing would spread immediately, and everyone would flock to it.However, there are sometimes surprises.Josephine likes to sing in some uneasy times, and at this time the difficulties and hardships in life force us to travel around, and everyone cannot gather at the speed Josephine hoped for anyway.But she had taken the pose, and after a long time, there were very few audiences—so she flew into a rage, stamped her feet on the ground, cursed, and even gnashed her teeth, not like a girl.However, even such actions did not damage her reputation in the slightest.Not only did everyone not limit her excessive demands, but they tried their best to meet her compliance. They sent messengers to gather the audience without telling her.As a result, sentry posts could be seen on all the surrounding roads, and they nodded to those who came, urging them to go quickly, and they didn't give up until they finally gathered a reasonable audience.

What is the power that drives this nation to work so hard for Josephine?Finding the answer to this question is no easier than figuring out whether Josephine is singing or not, and the two are indeed closely linked.If it is concluded that the nation is unconditionally obedient because of Josephine's singing, then the first question can be omitted and incorporated into the second.However, this is precisely not the case.We are a nation that hardly knows what unconditional obedience is, a nation that loves cleverness, childish gossip, gossip that has no ill intentions but is merely for the sake of lip service.Josephine must have felt that such a people could not bring herself to obey unconditionally, and she fought with all her strength in her slender little voice.

Of course, we cannot go too far in this general judgment.In fact, this nation is still obedient to Josephine, but not unconditionally. They may not be able to laugh at her.It is also admitted that there is something funny about Josephine, and that laughter itself is always so close to us, and despite the hardships of our lives, a little smile is always in fashion with us , but we do not laugh at Josephine.Sometimes I have the impression that this nation understands its relationship to Josephine as a fragile, needy, exceptional little creature (in her opinion distinguished by her singing), She was entrusted to their care, so they had to take care of her.No one can figure out the reason, but it is true.You would not laugh at a man entrusted to you; and if you laughed at him, you would be remiss.The worst malice among the worst of us towards Josephine is when they say, "We can't laugh when we see Josephine." This nation took care of Josephine the way a father treats a child, and the child stretched out his little hand to his father—whether it was a request or a demand.You might think that our nation would not fulfill this fatherly duty.In fact, however, we did, and at least the care of Josephine was impeccable.In this respect, no one alone can do what the whole can do.Of course the disparity in power between individuals and nations is enormous.This nation has enough strength to pull the protected person to its side, give her warmth, and make her well protected.However, everyone dared not say these things to Josephine. "I don't want your protection," she would say. "Yeah, yeah, you don't care," we thought to ourselves, and it wasn't really a defiance, it was more of a childlike gratitude than a defiance.Therefore, her father's attitude was to let her go. Yet another problem arises, which is more difficult to explain in terms of this relationship between this people and Josephine.Because Josephine's opinion is just the opposite. She believes that she is protecting this nation.Her singing can save us from our political and economic woes, and that's what her singing does.If it doesn't drive away misfortune, it at least gives us the strength to bear it.Although she didn't say that, and she didn't express it in other ways, she rarely talked, and she was taciturn among this group of chatterers.But it came out in her eyes, and in that closed mouth--only a few of us can keep that shut--we could feel it too.Whenever bad news came (and sometimes it came in quick succession, mixed with falsehoods and half-truths), she would rise up immediately, whereas usually she would lie down listlessly.She straightened herself up and stretched her neck, trying to get a full view of her companions like a shepherd inspects his flock when a storm comes.Of course, children would make similar challenges presumptuously and impulsively, but Josephine did not do these things as unreasonably as they did.Needless to say, she cannot save us, nor can she give us strength.It is easy to play the role of the savior of this nation, because this nation is used to enduring humiliation, not caring about themselves, making immediate decisions, awe-inspiring righteousness, and seeing death as home, but they have lived in this aggressive atmosphere for a long time, and they seem timid on the surface ,cowardly.Plus, the nation is very fecund - I mean, it's a breeze to pretend to be the nation's savior after the fact.This nation is always saving itself in various ways, albeit with sacrifices--sacrifices of such magnitude that historians are horrified (our nation has always neglected the study of history).In fact, however, we are all better able to hear Josephine's voice precisely in times of crisis.The impending catastrophe made us more quiet and humble, and more obedient to Josephine's command.Especially when the big event that will torture us is about to happen, we like to gather together and huddle together, as if we have to drink a glass of peace quickly before the battle-yes, we must hurry up, Josephine often forget.It was less like a concert and more like a mass gathering, except for the soft whistle in front of it, there was silence everywhere.The moment was so solemn that no one wanted to gossip about her anymore. Of course, Josephine would not be satisfied with such a relationship at all.Because her status was never fully clarified, she was always neurotically offended.Even so, she was often blinded by her self-confidence, and many more were easily blinded by her.So a band of sycophants went on and on, to some advantage,--but they only let her sing in a corner of a meeting, and that was incidental and not appreciated.She certainly wouldn't dedicate her singing voice to it, though that's not at all belittling her. But she doesn't have to, because her art isn't unappreciated.Although we were thinking about other things, the silence in the venue was not just for listening to the music, some didn’t look up at all, but stuck their faces into the fur of their companions, as if Josephine’s efforts were wasted on it, but in fact—— Denial — her whistle more or less filled our ears.When the whistle sounds, all must remain silent, as if the nation sends an important message to the individual.Josephine's high-pitched whistle confronts us with difficulty making up our minds, as our poor people exist in the chaos of a hostile world.Josephine persevered, despite her unremarkable voice, despite her meager grades, she persevered, opening paths that connected us and made us think.If a real artist appeared among us at this time, we would certainly not tolerate it, and would consider his performance as nonsense and boycott it together.Let's hope she doesn't realize that the fact that we want to hear her sing proves that she isn't singing.She must have felt it, otherwise why would she keep vehemently denying that we were listening to her?But she was always singing, putting that feeling aside. But she can always take comfort in the fact that we are listening to her in a way, as if we were listening to an artist.She achieved what an artist could not achieve with our best efforts, and this effect only happened to be due to the want of her method.This probably has something to do with our way of life. Our nation does not know what youth is, and we hardly have youth.Although the demand is constantly being made: children should be guaranteed a special kind of freedom and a special kind of care, giving them the right to be a little free, to play around a little too much, and to play more or less.Children should be recognized as having this right and helped to realize it.When this demand is made, everyone agrees, and nothing is more worthy of approval than its approval.However, there is nothing more unrealizable than our real life.Everyone agreed to these demands, but it didn't take long before everything went back to the way it was.Such is our life, that a child, as soon as he has just learned to walk and is barely able to recognize his surroundings, must take care of himself like an adult.Due to economic reasons, the area where we live scattered is too vast, and we have too many enemies, which are full of dangers and cannot be guarded against. —We cannot keep our children out of the struggle for existence, and if we do, they will die prematurely.In addition to these sad reasons, there is naturally another important reason: the reproductive capacity of our nation is extremely strong.One generation follows another, and each generation is innumerable.Kids don't have time to be kids.In other peoples, children are well cared for and schools are established for them.The children who flock out of the schools every day are the future of the nation, and the same children come out of them day in and day out over a long period of time.We don't have a school, but in the shortest time interval, groups of children will emerge from our nation, countless.When they can't whistle, they hiss happily; when they can't run, they roll or huddle together; when they can't see, they partner Dragging everything away awkwardly.Yo our child!Not like the same children in those schools, no, our children keep coming, without end, without break, a child is born soon after he can no longer be a child, and behind him new faces of children, They were born hastily, joyously, in numbers beyond recognition.Of course, although this is a good thing, although other nations will envy us for it, we cannot give our children a real childhood.This has its own consequences.There is a certain indelible, deep-seated childishness pervading our nation, which contradicts the greatest virtue of our reliable practical way of thinking.Sometimes we behave as stupidly as children do, senseless, wasteful, generous, indiscreet, and often all just for a little joke.Of course we don't get as much fun out of it as the kids do, but there's definitely some.Josephine has always benefited from this childishness of our nation. Our nation is not only childish, it is premature to a certain extent, and our childhood and old age are different here from other places.We have no youth, we are grown-ups all at once, and too long, so that a certain weariness and disappointment will stamp upon our so tenacious and self-confident nature.Our lack of musical talent presumably has something to do with it.We're too old for music, the passion and excitement of music is out of tune with the hardships of our lives, and we wearily reject it and go back to our whistles.Occasionally blow a few times, you will feel just right and satisfied.Who knows if there are any musical geniuses among us, and if there were, they would surely be stifled by this inhibition of our companions' character before they could be brought into play.Josephine, on the other hand, could whistle or sing all she wanted—she could say whatever she wanted—and that didn’t bother us, it suited us, and we were perfectly fine with it.If there is any musical component here, it is minimal.A certain musical tradition is maintained, but it does not burden us in the slightest. Josephine, however, brought much more to a nation of this mood.At her concerts, especially when the situation was dire, only the boys were interested in Josephine herself.They just watched in amazement as she pursed her lips and blew through her tiny teeth, admiring the sound of her own voice, then lowering it and using it to achieve a new, increasingly incomprehensible singing climax.But it is obvious that most of the audience just bowed their heads and pondered. Everyone was dreaming their own dreams during this short interval of war, as if their limbs were loosened, as if the restless people could finally stretch their limbs and lie down on the warm big bed of the nation. up.Sometimes Josephine's whistle comes into the dream, she calls it the pearl falling on the jade plate, we call it the sound of the crackling silk, but in any case, the sound is right here and now, and not elsewhere, Music almost never has that kind of opportunity.In Josephine's whistle, there are our poor and short childhood; our lost happiness that can't be found; joy.All this certainly cannot be expressed in a loud voice, but only in a soft, whispering, kind, and occasionally hoarse voice.Of course it was whistling, how could it not be?Whistling is the language of our nation, but some compatriots have been whistling all their lives without understanding it, but the whistle here is free from the shackles of daily life, and it also gives us a temporary relief. Of course, we will not miss this kind of performance. However, this is quite a distance from Josephine's claims that she gives us new powers and so on at times like this.Of course this is for the general audience, but for those Josephine's sycophants, it is completely different, "How could it not be so?"--they have the audacity to say--"For the crowds and crowds at the show how to explain the phenomenon of the disaster, especially when it is imminent, which sometimes even prevents the necessary and timely disaster prevention." Unfortunately, this last sentence is exactly right, and it is not a tribute to Josephine. .Especially to add that when such a gathering is suddenly dispersed by the violence of the enemy, for which some of our compatriots had to die, Josephine should have been solely responsible for it, yes, it was her whistle The enemy was attracted, but she always hid in the safest place at this time, and then under the protection of her followers, she was the first to flee the scene quietly and at the fastest speed.These things were well known, but when Josephine next performed at a time and place at her whim, they rushed there again.From this, it can be concluded that Josephine is almost not bound by the law, she can do whatever she wants, and even if the whole nation suffers, she will not be held accountable.If this is the case, then some of Josephine's requests are also understandable.Yes, from the liberty that this nation gave her, from this special gift, which no one else could have and which was totally contrary to the law, it was evident that this nation did not understand Josephine. Ni, as she said, they were powerless to marvel at her art, feeling that they did not appreciate it, and at the same time they tried desperately to compensate Josephine for the pain it caused.Yet, just as her art had surpassed their comprehension, they placed Josephine and her desires outside their jurisdiction, which of course must have been entirely wrong.Perhaps the members of this nation would fall easily at Josephine's feet, but just as the nation would not submit unconditionally to anyone, they would not bow at her feet either. For a long time, perhaps since the beginning of her artistic career, Josephine has striven to be freed from any labor for her singing art, so that she will not have to worry about daily bread, or participate in everything else that has to do with our existence. Struggle-related activities, which—maybe—should be undertaken by the nation as a whole.Simple minds—and there are such simple minds—will conclude from the mere specificity of the request, from the state of mind capable of conceiving it, that the request has an inherent rationality.But our nation came to the opposite conclusion, and we calmly rejected her request, and did not bother to refute her reasons.For example, Josephine said: Intense labor is harmful to her voice. Although the labor is not as hard as her singing, it will prevent her from getting enough rest after singing so that she can recharge her energy for the next performance. In this case, she sang with all her might, but never at her best.Everyone listened to her argument, and it was right to ignore it.A nation so easily moved can sometimes be indifferent.The refusal was sometimes so ruthless that even Josephine would startle, feign obedience, do her part, and sing as well as she could.But it could only be for a while, and then she would renew her spirit and go into battle—it seemed that she had plenty of strength. But it is clear that what Josephine is striving for is not at all the fulfillment of her demands.She is sensible, not afraid of labor, we do not know what laziness is here, and even if her demands were granted, she would certainly not lead a different life than she used to.Labor is not an obstacle to her singing at all, and of course her singing will not become more beautiful.All Josephine strives for is the recognition of her art openly, definitively, permanently, and far beyond all conventions.And while she could get what she wanted in almost everything else, this one always backfired.Maybe she should have turned her attack elsewhere in the first place, maybe now she has realized her mistake, but she can't turn back, retreating means self-betrayal, she must insist on this demand, or she will collapse. If she really had enemies, as she said, they would be gleeful at this war, and stand by.But she had no enemies, and if anyone had occasionally opposed her, the struggle would have pleased none.The reason for this is that the nation, on such occasions, assumes a stern judge's attitude, which is usually rare in our country.Though you may approve of such an attitude on such occasions, it does not please you at all when you think that this nation will someday behave in a similar way towards you.Whether it refuses or asks, the problem is not the matter itself, but the cruelty of this nation towards its fellow-citizens, whom it has taken care of in the past paternally, or even more than paternally, submissively. Compatriots, in comparison, seem even more ruthless. If the whole nation were replaced by a certain member in this matter, it is conceivable that this member would give in to Josephine's continuous and aggressive demands until the end of this concession.Although he made huge concessions, at the same time he firmly believed that the concessions would have their due limits. The reason why he made too many unnecessary concessions was just to speed up the development of the matter and to pamper Josephine. , so that she pushes forward and keeps making new requests until she really makes this final request, then he will naturally refuse it, because he has already prepared it.However, the actual situation was not like this at all, this nation did not need to use such means, and his respect for Josephine was from the bottom of his heart and had been tested.And Josephine's request is indeed too high, so that every child who knows nothing about the world can tell her what the result will be.However, Josephine's view of this matter may have this element of speculation, namely: this nation is playing tricks.Thus, adding a layer of resentment on top of the pain of rejection. But, despite her guesses, she was not deterred from fighting.Recently the struggle has intensified even more.If she had been fighting with words before, she was now using other methods, which she thought were more effective and which we thought were more dangerous to herself. Some of her compatriots believed that Josephine had become so impatient because she felt old and her voice was failing, and that it seemed to her that a final struggle for recognition had to be waged.I don't believe this. If so, Josephine would not be Josephine.For her, aging is not an issue, nor is her voice.If she asked for anything, it was not from external reasons, but from internal and logical considerations.She won the highest laurel wreath, not because it happened to hang a little lower at the moment, but because it was the highest one.If she had the right, she would hang it higher. Of course, contempt for external difficulties did not prevent her from resorting to the basest means.Her rights, she thought, were indisputable, and it didn't matter how she got them, especially in a world where, as she saw it, legitimate means just didn't work.Perhaps because of this, she even shifted the fight for rights from the field of singing to another field that was not very important to her.Her followers spread the word that she thought she was perfectly capable of singing like this: real fun for all classes of the nation, even the most hidden dissenters, is not real fun as the nation understands it (they say this The pleasure is always felt in Josephine's singing), but the pleasure that Josephine demands.But she added that, since she could neither pretend to be sophisticated nor pander to the low, singing had to remain the same.What is done in the struggle for freedom from labour, is another matter.Although this is also for singing, she does not directly fight with the expensive weapon of singing, so the means she uses are good enough. For example, there is a rumor that if Josephine does not make concessions, she will reduce the decorations.I don't know anything about grace notes and have never heard them.But Josephine is going to reduce the ornamental sound, not to delete it for the time being, but to reduce it.据说她当真进行了这种危胁，然而我却没有发现这与原来的演唱有什么两样，整个民族也一如既往地倾听着，并没有对装饰音问题发表意见，而且对约瑟菲妮所提要求的态度也没有改变。但是不可否认，在约瑟菲妮的脑子里，如同她的身材，有时的确还有值得选美之处。例如，她在那一次演出之后就宣布，以后她要将装饰音重新完整地唱出来，好像她以前关于装饰音的决定对这个民族过于残酷也过于突然了。然而，下一次音乐会后，她又改变了主意，最终结束了那些了不起的装饰音，除非大家做出对她有利的决定，否则它们是不会再出现了。那么这个民族呢，对所有她的这些宣布、决定、改变决定充耳不闻，如同一个陷入沉思的大人不理会小孩子的饶舌，虽然态度和蔼，但什么都没听进去。 但是，约瑟菲妮却不让步。比如她最近又声称，干活时她的脚受伤了，站着唱歌很困难，由于她只能站着唱歌，所以现在必须缩短唱歌时间。尽管她一瘸一拐，让她的追随者搀扶着，还是没有谁相信她真的受了伤。即使是她的小身子非常敏感，但我们是一个劳动民族，而且她也是其中一员，假如我们因为擦破点皮就要一瘸一拐的话，那我们整个民族就会没完没了地跛行了。尽管她像一个瘸子让人搀扶着，尽管她比以往更频繁地以这副可怜相露面，这个民族仍旧感激地、痴迷地听着她的歌声，并没有因为唱歌时间的缩短而大惊小怪。因为她不能总是一瘸一拐的，于是便想出其它借口。她假托自己很疲劳，心情不好，身体虚弱。这样，我们除了听音乐会外又看了场戏。我们看到约瑟菲妮的追随者怎样请她、央求她唱歌，她说她也很想唱，但却唱不成。于是他们安慰她，奉承她，几乎将她抬到了事先找好的演唱地点。终于，她流着莫名其妙的眼泪让步了。但是，当她以显然是最后的决心准备开始唱时，却是那样虚弱无力，双臂不像往常那样向前伸着，而是死板板地垂在身体的两边，给人的印象是好像短了一截。当她要开始唱时，又不行了，她恼怒地一摆头，就栽倒在我们的眼前。不过她很快又挣扎着站起来，开始唱歌。我觉得，与往常没有多大不同，或许听觉灵敏的可从中听出稍稍一点异常的激动，但这只会对唱歌有好处。演出结束时，她甚至不如先前那样疲惫了，不需追随者的任何帮助，用冷冷的目光审视了一下那些给她让道的、对她毕恭毕敬的听众，迈着稳健的步子，甚至可以说是一溜烟小跑退场了。 这是不久前的事。可是最近一次，到了她演出的时候，她却失踪了。不仅她的追随者在寻找她，许多同胞都投入了这项工作，结果是白费力气。约瑟菲妮失踪了，不愿意再唱歌了，甚至不愿意让别人求她唱歌，她这次是彻底离弃了我们。 真怪，她怎么会打错算盘呢？这个精灵！这样的错误会使大家认为，她根本就没有打什么算盘，而是她的命运在驱使着她，并且它只会成为我们这个世界上最悲惨的一个命运。她自己放弃了唱歌，破坏了通过征服民心而得到的权利。真不知她是怎么获得这权利的，其实她很少了解民心。她躲起来不唱歌了，然而这个民族显得很平静，没有明显的失望。虽然表面上相反，实际上这个平和、稳健的民族只会给予，从不接受任何馈赠，包括约瑟菲妮的，这个民族继续走着自己的路。 而约瑟菲妮却不得不走下坡路了。她最后一声口哨和永远沉寂的日子就要到了。她是我们民族永恒历史中的一个小小的插曲，我们终将弥补这一损失，这对我们来说毕竟不是一件轻而易举的事。集会怎么变得鸦雀无声了？约瑟菲妮在时集会不也是静悄悄的吗？难道她的口哨比回忆中的还要响亮和生动吗？难道她在世时的口哨比回忆中的更重要吗？难道不是这个民族以其智慧将约瑟菲妮的歌抬得这样高？正因为这样，歌声才能永恒存在。 或许我们根本就不会失去很多，约瑟菲妮却摆脱了尘世的烦恼，在她看来，这种烦恼是专为出类拔萃者安排的。她将愉快地消失在我们民族不计其数的英雄群体中，因为我们不推动历史，所以她会像所有她的兄弟一样，很快地被遗忘在升华的解脱中。