The saying goes, a picture paints a thousand words. But a picture of Mozart's wife inspired baby talk from her genius husband.
In the spring of 1789, the cash-strapped Mozart left his Vienna home and went on a concert tour through Prague, Dresden, Leipzig and Berlin in an effort to generate some income and breathe new life into his floundering career. Mozart carried with him a small portrait of his wife, Constanza, or Stanzerl, as he liked to call her. Throughout the trip, he wrote letters back home to her.
Mozart鈥檚 devotion to his wife is documented throughout their marriage in countless letters. On the morning of April 13, 1789 the homesick Mozart wrote his wife a letter that today gives us a glimpse into his besotted soul. Here鈥檚 Emily Anderson鈥檚 translation of some of what Mozart wrote.
鈥淚f I were to tell you all the things I do with your dear portrait, I think that you would often laugh. For instance, when I take it out of its case, I say, 鈥楪ood-day, Stanzerl! 鈥� Good day, little rascal, pussy-pussy, turned-up nose, little bagatelle, Schluck und Druck,鈥� and when I put it away again, I let it slip in very slowly, saying all the time, 鈥楴u 鈥� Nu 鈥� Nu!鈥� with the particular emphasis which this word so full of meaning demands, and then just at the last, quickly, 鈥楪ood night, little mouse, sleep well.鈥� Well, I suppose I have been writing something very foolish (to the world at all events); but to us who love each other so dearly, it is not foolish at all. Today is the sixth day since I have left you and by Heaven! It seems a year.鈥� (Letters of Mozart and His Family, trans. Emily Anderson).
The next day, Mozart performed his 鈥淐oronation鈥� Piano Concerto (K. 537) at court in Dresden. That performance, and one from the day before, might not have garnered Mozart any money or any long-term employment prospects. But they did get him presented with what he described to his wife as a 鈥渧ery handsome鈥� snuff box.
