This story took place in an orchestra where many wonderful instruments played. The leader was an old grand piano that had performed countless pieces with the musicians. It always stood in the centre of the stage.
A young violin, standing in a duet with the piano, dreamed of singing like her older friend. After all, the piano's melody always resonated in the hearts of listeners in a special way.
The violin was very sad about this, and often let down a young violinist—just as young as herself—during rehearsals by breaking a string. One day, after breaking a string once again, she cried bitterly.
Why can't I play like the piano, amazing and impressing even the most particular music lovers! It stands proudly among the instruments, and I am just one of many violins in the orchestra. I will never be able to play such magical music…
Hearing this, the viola, who always played in the shadow of the piano, violins, and other instruments, was surprised.
The violin doesn't need to sing like the piano," he said. "The violin is capable of captivating with its own song. Every instrument is important. And every violin in the orchestra is unique in its sound and irreplaceable.
But who will remember my song? Everyone will remember the piano! Isn't that wonderful, tell me?! That means it's special, and we are just one of hundreds of instruments," replied the violin.
Yes, perhaps we are one of many," the viola said thoughtfully, "but there will certainly be a soul for whom our song becomes the most beloved. And for us, that person will come to the concert. Be yourself, don't try to sing what is not given to you. Don't let down the young musician who performs wonderful pieces with your help.
How I wish I could outshine the piano today. But I have a broken string. Well, let's have a wonderful concert, viola. Thank you for your support. Oh, if only I could sing just once…" sighed the violin.
A wonderful concert! Don't be sad, your young maestro will replace your string. Just believe: our moment will come, the main thing is to sing the way we sing," encouraged the viola.
After replacing the string of his beloved instrument, the young violinist stepped onto the stage. The old piano began to play, the viola sounded, and it was time for the violin. But she wanted to play better than the others so much that her string broke again from the difficult melody. And then the hall froze in bewilderment.
Just one more minute, one more minute, and my violin will sing again. It will sing in a way no other violin has ever sung. Don't blame her for striving for her dream, she is the best of all," whispered the musician with a tremor in his voice.
Hearing this, the violin played the familiar melody in a way no one had ever heard before. She played beautifully, not wanting to let down her maestro. The hall applauded her for a long time, and the young artist's eyes shone. After all, he believed in the violin, and for him there was no better instrument in the whole world.
The concert ended, and everyone returned to their places.
You were right, dear friend viola," said the violin, "today everyone heard and loved me for being myself. We are wonderful when we perform our own song and don't strive for what is foreign to us. How naive I was, thinking that someone else's song would bring me success. I broke my strings for nothing. I like the sound of the piano, but I completely forgot that the violin sings just as beautifully. Being a violin is a great happiness!
Yes, your song today was more wonderful than ever. Bravo, violin!" replied the viola, in every string of which genuine joy for his friend sang.
For many years the viola and violin were friends, performing many concerts. The violin shone, and more and more people came to hear her. She began to perform solos in beautiful pieces. And now she liked how they sounded in a duet with the piano, standing proudly among the other instruments.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the unique music of each person's soul. Like different instruments, our melodies sound wonderful, but no matter how hard you try, they won't play any other way. That's why it's important to perform your own song. That's the special charm, my young friend.
