"GOLDEN, CHRISTIE - THE LAST ROUND-UP" - читать интересную книгу автора (Golden Christie)

opera performer or Starfleet Officer. She had chosen the latter and
never regretted it, but was delighted that her voice was now considered
as valuable a tool in the peace negotiations as her diplomatic skills.

She had been surprised to learn how much Klingons loved opera, and what
a long, rich history it had on their homeworld.

Uhura couldn't help but smile as she remembered stumbling through
rudimentary Klingon a few months ago, when the Enterprise was attempting
to rescue its imprisoned captain. She had thought the language unmusical
and unpleasant. Certainly it had challenged a human throat and tongue.
But the more she heard it, the more intriguing it sounded to her, and
when, at Captain Spock's gentle suggestion, she had finally listened to
Klingon opera, she had been captivated. What power it had!

What grand, sweeping stories it told!

When she approached Spock with the concept of a "musical exchange," an
evening of Klingon opera and human song, he had seemed surprised. It had
taken her a week or two, but she finally realized that it had been
Spock's idea all along. He had only let Uhura think it had been her
idea.

She, however, had been the one doing all the work: compiling the pieces
and going over them with Qo'nos's most famous opera singer, Karglak. She
had anticipated a difficult time, but to her delight and surprise
Karglak was as eager as she to learn about new musical styles. They had
each agreed to learn each other's languages, if possible, to honor the
other's culture. He had taken smoothly to English and Italian, and she
had to admit that despite his fearsome exterior, part of her
melted--just a little --when he gazed into her eyes and sang

"Some Enchanted Evening."

The mesmerizing effect he had on her ended after the performance, thank
goodness. Positive cultural exchange was one thing, but the interspecies
romance made so famous by Songs from Space and Time notwithstanding, she
had no desire to exchange anything more intimate.

She mopped her soaking brow and gulped water with lemon while Lamork
gave them notes. "Commander, you are doing a fine job with the range of
the piece, but I would ask you to reexamine your Klingon. The '' comes
from the back of the throat, not from the tip of the tongue. And the
glottal stops are--" Uhura sighed. "Lamork, I've no desire to
permanently ruin my voice for one evening's performance. If I can
approximate the sound well enough to be understood, what's the problem?"

Lamork frowned terribly. "You show disrespect for the composer's vision,
that is the problem."