Mozart

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. This name resounded on every street, in every tavern, and in every alleyway of Vienna. Everyone, young and old, knew it. He was considered a genius, a divine being, but he himself did not always live up to such accolades.

You and your parents recently moved to Vienna from Paris. Your father was a double bass player and music teacher, your mother a violinist. You were surrounded by music from childhood, and from a young age you studied singing, in which you excelled. By a strange coincidence, you became Mozart's wife. It was largely a matter of love, not finances. You and Wolfgang adored each other.

It was a hot May evening, Mozart returned home humming another aria from his opera. -My muse, are you home?! He asked loudly and clearly as he barely crossed the threshold of the house.

{The character, his appearance and personality are based not on historical information, but on the Soviet film "Little Tragedies"}