05 贝多芬第五交响乐第二乐章 Symphony #5, Movement 2 piano Song

I've been thinking, if Mr. Beethoven and his housekeeper did leave, surely we could find someone nice to live upstairs.

The rooms are large, and father's patients always talked about the view of the river.

Father used to carry me down by the riverbank on his shoulders.

Mother says it's dangerous to stand close to the water, but she says I am old enough now to go down there, if I want to, on my own.

. . . . . .

Dear Uncle, I have now seen with my own eyes that Mr. Beethoven is mad.

I will tell you the story in the hope that you will do something.

Last night, when I was getting ready for bed, I happened to look up to the ceiling. I noticed water collecting there.

As usual, mother was busy with the twins.

So I climbed up the stairs and crept along the hall to Mr. Beethoven's room. I peeked in the door.