My Son Sounds Just Like Him
A mother cornered the concert violonist in his dressing room and insisted he listen to a tape of her talented sonplaying the violin. The man agreed to listen, and the woman switched on the tape player.
What music, the violinist thought. A difficult piece, but played with such genius that it brought tears to his eyes. He listened to the entire recording.
“madam,” he ewhispered,” is that your son?”
“No,” she replied.” That’s Jascha heifetz. But my son sounds just like him.”
我的儿子演奏得跟他一样
一位母亲把音乐会的小提琴手逼到休息室里并坚持让他听一听她的天才儿子演奏小提琴的磁带。这人同意听一听，那个女人打开录音机。
多美的曲子，小提琴手想。很难的一首曲子却演奏得如此地好，以至于他热泪盈眶。他把全部录音听完了。
“夫人，”他小声说，“那是你”不是，“她回答道路，”那是杰斯卡.海费兹。但我儿子的演奏听起来像他一样。”
