She melted her bitter tears into her song

The famous Imperial Opera of Vienna is seeking singers.

The director of the company himself chaired the examination, and after hearing a young girl's audition, he exclaimed: "Want to be a singer? Ha! Ha! No way! No way!"

He decided that the girl could not become a singer because she had neither expression nor character. He advised the girl, "You'd better go home and buy a sewing machine to make clothes for others."

A basin of cold water poured over the girl's head and broke her heart. You know how hard it was for her to get such an opportunity!

The girl's name was Anastine Sumanhenke. Her father was a small official in Austria, with a small income and a very large family. As a result, Suman Henk was hungry from the moment he was born. She was quite content to have brown bread, but she had never seen butter like it.

At school, she had dry brown bread for lunch and dry brown bread for supper, and there was absolutely nothing for her to do but drink coffee and soup. To get more food, she often had to go from Xuezhi to a small zoo on the edge of the city to help people clean the monkey cage in exchange for a few pieces of bread and meat.

Poor as she is, she loves singing. After years of hard training, I finally got the chance to apply for the Imperial Opera in Vienna. But the examiner's words, her ideals, hopes, and years of hard work were wiped out.

To sink from now on? No! She had to practice singing and keep fighting. The evil spirit of suffering haunted her.

Her marriage turned into another tragedy when her husband left her and left her with a lot of debts. At that time the law stipulates husband debt to the wife also. So her house was ransacked by local officials, leaving only a chair and a broken bed. Later, though she found an occasional singing job, the magistrate claimed most of her earnings to pay off her debts.

She sings day and night. She had to sing because the children were waiting for her to earn the money she needed to stay alive. When the cold winter came, she had no money to buy wood to warm the house, and the children cried out hungry and trembled with cold...

Hunger, sickness, and despair were too much for her. At one point, she felt hopeless and decided to take her children with her to commit suicide. She felt that it was better to suffer alive than dead, and she did not want her children to suffer as she had.

She found out the time of the train and led the children to the railway. The children hobbled along beside her, holding her skirts, crying.

The train whistle sounded in the distance, and she and the children were leaning close together on the tracks, which were shaking slightly, and the train was thundering toward them...

Suddenly, her little girl climbed up in front of her, crying, "Mom, I love you! It's cold in here. Let's go home."

The child's pitiful words pierced her heart and her nerves like needles. She's awake! She pulled the child over and rolled off the tracks and staggered back to her bleak, cold home, where mother and child wept bitterly.

Freed from the clutches of death, she still had to fight and sing. She melts the bitter tears of the world into her song to move the hearts of her listeners. Gradually she won more and more listeners.

A few years later, he was famous. The Royal Theatre in Berlin, the Coliseum in London, and the Kyeongseung Theatre in New York all vie for her to sing. She went to America and eventually became one of the world's most famous songstresses of the early twentieth century.

Once, when she was invited to perform at the Royal Opera House in Vienna, the capital of her country, she happened to meet the same examiner again. He came up to her and warmly congratulated her on her amazing performance. He said, "I know your face.

"I've seen you here," she replied jokingly. Don't remember? You tried to persuade me to go home and buy a sewing machine!"

The experience of Suman Henke, a great singer, is not a moving song of struggle.