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Rilke, Rainer Maria/Roman/Die recordings painted Laurids Brigge - Zeno. Sp edition a man - a book the recordings painted Laurids Brigge. Thus, thus here the people come, in order to live, I w?e rather mean themselves, it st?e here. I saw: Hospit?r. I saw humans, which varied and umsank. The people met around it, the saved me the remainder. I saw a pregnant woman woman. It pushed itself heavily at a high to?rzeugen warm wall along, for which it sometimes groped, as around itself whether it was still there. I searched on my plan: Maison d'Accouchement. One will relieve it –. one can that. Far, rue Saint Jacques, gro?s a Geb?e with a dome. The plan gave on Val de gr?, H?tal militaire. I did not need to know that actually, but it does not harm. The lane began to smell from all sides to. It smelled, as much differentiates between themselves lie? after Jodoform, after the fat of pommes frites, after fear. Beside the entrance the prices were a child in a standing buggy: it was thick, gr?ich and had a clear excursion on the forehead. It obviously healed and did not do not pain. The child slept, the mouth was open, breathed Jodoform, pommes frites, fear. The main thing was, da?man lived. Da?ich it not to leave can to sleep with open window. Electrical courses race l?end by my room. Automobiles go?r me. Does a disk rattle/clink down somewhere, I h? their gro?n pieces of broken glass laugh, the small fragments kichern. Then pl?lich dull/musty, enclosed L? from the other side, inside in the house. Is there, for a long time there is, passes. A M?hen kreischt: Ah tais toi, ne per veux plus. The electrical one runs completely excited near, dar?r away, away?r everything. Which f?eine easement: a dog. Against mornings kr? even a cock, and that are doing good without borders. Then I fall asleep pl?lich. Those are the Ger?che. But it giebt here something that terrible is: the silence. Everything stands and waits with raised shoulders, the faces?r the eyes pulled together, for the terrible impact. I wei?nicht, that it lies, it is received all more deeply into me and does not stop not in the place, where it otherwise always was to end. Inside, of which I not wu?e. I wei?nicht, which happens there. I wrote today a letter, it was noticeable to me, da?ich only three weeks here is. For example, that like one day, here three weeks elsewhere, in the country is it could be years. I want to write also no more letter. To which I am to say, da?ich me to someone ver?ere. And at stranger people, to people, which do not know me, I can write unm?ich. But I want to use my time. Da?es me never came for example to the Bewu?sein, how much faces it giebt. It giebt a quantity of humans, but still many more faces, because everyone has several. Those are not economical, simple people them change it, them let it even clean. It is well enough, maintains it, and who can prove the opposite to them. Now it asks itself certainly, since they have several faces, which they do with the others. Their children are to carry it. But, da?ihre dogs thereby also occur go out. Other people put its faces on, one terribly fast after the other one, and clear away them. It seems to them first, it h?en more f?immer, but they are hardly forty. there already is the latter. That has nat?ich its Tragik. But the Mrs., the woman: it was completely fallen into itself, vorn?r into its H?e. It was at the corner rue Notre lady the Champs. I began to go quietly as well as I had seen her. If poor people think, perhaps is not one them st?n. f?t it them nevertheless. The woman frightened and for main headers off, too fast, too violently, thus from itself da?das face in the two H?en remained themselves. I could see it lying in it, its hollow form. It cost me indescribable effort to remain and not look with this H?en, what had torn off from them. Do something against the fear mu?man, if one has it. It w? very much h?ich to become ill here and it would occur to someone to create me in the H?l Dieu so w?e I gewi?sterben there. This H?l is tremendously visited a pleasant H?l. Does one have still more imagination and schl? they toward other directions, then are almost unlimited the assumptions. This excellent H?l is very old, already to K?g Chlodwigs times died one in it in some beds. With so enormous production individual death is not so well ausgef?t, but whereupon it comes also to something does not f?einen well prepared death. One while still, and it will be just as rare as its own life. One comes, one finds a life, finished one has it to only tighten. One wants to go or one is forced to it: now, no effort: Voil?otre mort, monsieur. There stand then for arms before so a house and see themselves full. Their death is banal nat?ich, without all Umst?e. They are glad, if they find one, ungef? Pa?. Too far it may be: one w?st still a bi?hen. Only if it does not reach?r to the chest or w?t, then it has its emergency. If I think home, where now nobody is more, then I believe, mu?fr?r different been its. Fr?r wu?e one (or perhaps one suspected it), da?man death in itself had like the fruit the core. The children had a small in itself and the adults one gro?n. The women had it in the Schoo?und the M?er in the chest. One had that, and gave a eigent?iche W?e and a quiet pride. Still, the old chamber gentleman Brigge, one regarded it to my Gro?ater, more da?er a death in itself carried. And which was more f?einer: two months long and so loud, da?man it h?e to on the Vorwerk outside. Now the whole Meute broke in there. The Vorh?e became zur?gezogen, and that durable light all examined summer oh at noon the shy, frightened Gegenst?e and turned awkwardly over in the broken mirrors. And the people made it likewise. Above all however the stay seemed to the dogs in an area, where all things skates, uncommonly energizing. Yes, f?diese spirit-absent, overslept things a terrible time were fast again put down, some bending also under Vorh?e put or behind the golden net of the fire-place lattice thrown. The death of the chamber gentleman Christoph Detlev Brigge on Ulsgaard. Because this lay, gro??r its dark-blue uniform out-pouring, in the middle on the Fu?oden and r?te themselves not. In its gro?n, strangers, anybody more did not admit face the eyes had been assigned: he did not see, what happened. There it lay now, and one could think, had more da?er died. Also of the servant shank stood now. It was a voice, the voice, which had not known anybody still seven weeks ago ago: because it was not the voice of the chamber gentleman. Not Christoph Detlev was it, which was this voice geh?e, it Christoph Detlevs death Christoph Detlevs death lived now already for many, many days on Ulsgaard and talked with all and required. Required to be carried required the blue room, required the small salon, required the hall. If the dogs required, required, da?man laugh, speak, played and quietly was and everything at the same time. Required friends to see, women and the deceased, and required to die: required sit, until it vor?r was. Dream erz?te, and it, to know completely without it thereupon it regarded whether he had probably been up to to such act. Thus and spoke one f?te in the whole area, in which one had loved and had regretted the chamber gentleman still some weeks ago. But although one spoke in such a way, nothing ver?erte itself. Christoph Detlevs death, which lived on Ulsgaard, lie?sich do not dr?en. He had come f?zehn weeks, and he remained. Like the h?e chamber gentleman Brigge outstandingly, that of it requires h?e, he is to die another death than these. And if I think of the others, which I seen or from which I go? has: it is always the same. They all had their own death. Sometimes the close, near nutritious L?eln in their completely ausger?ten face did not come of it, da?sie meant, it w?sen both. I have something done against the fear. Is nevertheless difficult to think, the da?alles no more is, da?fremde people lives in the old long manor-house. There can be, sleep now above da?in wei?n the room in the giebel the M?e, their heavy, damp sleep sleep from evening to mornings. Which f?ein life is actually that: without house, without ererbte things, without dogs. H?e one nevertheless at least its memories. W? the childhood there, it is as buried. Perhaps mu?man old its, in order to k?en to the all near-rich. I think it me well to be old. Today was sch?r, herbstlicher morning. I went through the Tuilerien. Everything that lay against the east, before which, dazzled sun. The Angeschienene was imposed by the fog as by a light-grey curtain. Grey in the grey one the statues sunned themselves in the G?en enth?ten yet. Individual flowers in the long patches rose and said: Red, with a frightened voice. It could not unterdr?en a L?eln of the joy and l?elte, at everything past, the sun, the B?en too. Its step was sch?tern as the one child, but ungew?lich easily, full from memory of fr?res going. Which such a small moon of everything is able. Days, where everything is around light, are easily, hardly indicated in bright air and on some correct, bright of plan nevertheless clearly brought like the face in a Manet portrait. And nothing is small and?rfl?ig. Down is the following compilation: a small handwagen, pushed by a woman in front onto it a lyra box, the L?e after. Occasionally the woman at the organ box turns. I believe, I m?e begin to work something now, since I learn to see. I am twenty-eight, and it happened as well as nothing. Oh, but with verses is so little done, if one fr?schreibt it. Because verses are not, like the people mean, Gef?e (one has those fr?genug), –. it are experiences. And it towards? also yet, da?man does not have memories. One mu?sie forgotten k?en, if there is many, and one mu?die gro? Have patience to wait da?sie come back. Because the memories are it not yet. All my verses however developed differently, therefore there is not. –. And as I my drama wrote, as erred I there. As easily I fell into the trap. It go? to the Vorw?en of the nature, which always bem? is to divert from their deepest secrets the attention of humans. It is the screen, behind which a drama takes place. It is L? at the entrance to the be correctless silence of a real conflict. Directly at the beginning of their dramas one notices the impatience to come to third it k?en it hardly expects. As well as it is, is good everything there. But like boringly, if he versp?t himself, it purely nothing can do everything happened without it, stands, comes to a hold, waits. Yes and as, if it remained with this back-ups and Anstehn. As, Mr. Dramatiker, and you, public. as, if it, gotten for example, the devil h?e. The dramatists genie?n no more their mansion quarters. All?entlichen Aufpassereien f?sie in remote world parts look for for the irreplaceable one, which was the action. I do not sit here in my small room, I, Brigge, became the twenty-eight years old and from that anybody wei? I sit here and am nothing. And nevertheless to think this nothing f?t on and, f thinks? Stairs highly, at a grey Paris afternoon this thought: If it is m?ich, it thinks, da?man still nothing real and important saw, recognized and said. It is m?ich, da?man despite inventions and progress, despite culture, religion and world wisdom to the Oberfl?e of the life remained. It is m?ich, da?die whole world history mi?erstanden is. If it is m?ich, da?man believed, retrieves to m?en, what occurred, before one was born. It is completely exact m?ich, da?alle these humans one past, which never was. Isn't it m?ich, da?man of the M?hen anything wei? live nevertheless. Is it giebt m?ich, da?es of people, which Gott. says and means, the w? something common. (, nut/mother says to it: even if you equal always everything wear m out?. –.) Oh so: It is m?ich to believe one a k?e God has, without using him. If however all this m?ich is, also only one light of M?ichkeit, –. happened then mu?ja, around everything in the world, somewhat. This young, inconsequential Ausl?er, Brigge, becomes f? Stairs highly put m?en and write, day and night. it will write will m?en, that the end will be: Zw? Years or h?stens thirteen mu?ich at that time been its. My father had carried me forward after urn monastery. I wei?nicht, which him veranla?e to visit its father-in-law. I saw the merkw?ige house again sp?r never, came that, when my Gro?ater died, into strange H?e. It is, as w? the picture of this house from infinite H? smash to me hineingest?t and on my reason. I saw this area never at day, do not even remember I whether he had windows and where. One sa?da like up gel?. v?ig without will, without meditation, without desire, without defense. One was like an empty place. It was meanwhile that quiet Ber?ung, which me the strength gave to bear the long meals. My Gro?ater called it the family, and I h?e also the others this designation use, those. Because although these four humans stood with one another in distant relational relations, then they geh?en nevertheless in no way together. It gegen?r was the place of the Fr?eins Mathilde Brahe. And nevertheless something was in it, which reminded me of my tender and slim nut/mother. Beside this lady more sa?der small son of a cousin, a boy, about of the same age with me, but smaller and more schw?licher. From a gef?elten ruffle its d?er, pale neck rose and disappeared under a long chin this schwerh?gen and herrischen old Mr. Exzellenz and yard marshal called, others gave it the title general rather carelessly geno? without leaving me, at least in the following weeks, from the thought to the abendlichen Zusammenk?te?stigen. In the first days after our arrival however Mathilde Brahe behaved?erst gespr?ig. My father h?e h?ich too, bent now and then approving its head and answered only the N?gste. The count, above at the table, l?elte best?ig also down-pulled lips, its face appeared gr?r as otherwise, it was, as tr? it a mask. Count Brahe held it f?eine special well-behavedness for my father gegen?r to speak of its the deceased wife, my nut/mother. It called it Gr?n Sibylle, and all its S?e closed, as if he asked for it. In the same clay/tone h?e I it also of unserer small Anna Sophie. talk. But it began with it, da?ich laughed. I laughed loud and I could not calm down. One evening was missing n?ich Mathilde Brahe. The old, went blind nearly completely served delayed, when it came to its place, nevertheless the Sch?el offering. One while remained he so then went it satisfied and w?ig and as if everything in order w? further. I had observed this scene, and she came me, I her planned at the moment there, not at all amusingly. My father to cover as it were in order my behaviour asked with his broad ged?ften voice: Ist Mathilde ill. I was not in such a way?rrascht, da?mein laughter aufh?e, me too bedr?en. the major of far attention. it was unpleasant me, and I noticed also, more da?der small Erik him did not consider. In this instant noticed I, the da?es small Erik was, that with a deep bow these T? behind the stranger schlo? I saw one while, without seeing. Then my father occurred to me, and I protected, da?der old person him still at the arm held. I h?e then, like he something said, syllable f?Silbe, without da?ich the sense of its words to understand could. He said: Du is violent, chamber gentleman, and unh?ich. Which l? you the people not to their Besch?igungen gehn. Jemand, which has probably the right to be here. –. There again that merkw?ig d?e silence developed, and again the glass began to tremble. Then however ri?sich my father with a movement loosely and st?te from the Saale. I h?e it the whole night in his room on and go off also I could not sleep. Pl?lich became it k? and?r crying eyes I do not mean dr?te it bright, in order anything see to m?en?r the Tr?n to Tante., said I schlie?ich and tried in their dissolved face Z? to summarize my nut/mother: Tante, who was the lady. Ach., answered the Fr?ein Brahe with a sigh, which seemed to me amusingly, eine Ungl?liche, my child, a Ungl?liche. In the morning of this daily I noticed some served ones, which was besch?igt with luggages in a room. I thought, da?wir travel w?en, I found it nat?ich, da?wir now traveled completely. Perhaps was also my father intention. I never experienced, what induced him to remain after that evening still on urn monastery. I wu?e at that time nothing of their history. Had it, which was passionate and on consequence and clarity put on, to force itself to want to ask in version and without this adventure to bear. I saw, without understanding, as it with itself k?fte, I experienced it, without understanding, how it defeated itself finally. That was, when we saw Christine Brahe for the last time. This mark was also Fr?ein Mathilde to tables published however it was different than otherwise. In the same instant turned my views unwillk?ich after the certain T?, and really: Christine Brahe stepped lay under it as into St?en dar?r and, and a withered, spotted hand came out somewhere and trembled. It main header his weinglas my father too. And still in this night we traveled. I sit and read a poet. There is many people in the hall, but one FR? it not. Sometimes they move in the Bl?ern, like humans, those sleep themselves and turn themselves between two Tr?en. Oh, as good it is nevertheless to be among reading humans. Why are not they always like that. You can go to and anr?en him quietly: it does not f?t anything. And I sit and have a poet. There is now perhaps three hundred people in the Saale, which reads however it is unm?ich, da?sie everyone an individual poet has. (Wei?Gott, which they have. Yes, it is not anything behind the N?ln, the write finger is without ink, and particularly the joints are perfect. To there poor people do not wash, that are a well-known fact. One can pull thus from their immaculateness certain Schl?e. Into the Gesch?en one pulls it. Those regard me and to know it. Know, da?ich actually to them go?, da?ich only a bi?hen Kom?e plays. And they want to spoil the Spa?nicht for me it grinsen to bi?hen only in such a way and zwinkern with the eyes. In the?igen they treat me like a gentleman. It mu?nur someone in the N? its, then they do even untert?g. Do, as if I a fur anh?e and my car behind me herf?e. Sometimes I give them two Sous and tremble, her k?ten her reject however her accept her. And it w? everything in order, if it not again a little gegrinst and gezwinkert h?en. Which they want from me. But I do not have the right, mean beard to vernachl?igen. Many besch?igte humans do that, and it f?t nevertheless nobody to therefore z?en them equal to the throwing away. Because that is clear me, da?das the throwing away is, beggars no, it is not only actually no beggars, one mu?Unterschiede makes. There is Abf?e, bowls of humans, who ausgespieen the fate have. Why it always went beside me and observed themselves. As if she tried, too he you know me a patient gr?n Schleim into the bloody eyelids spat with their Triefaugen, which looked, as h?e. I did, as if I regarded the laid out things and noticed nothing. She had seen however wu?e, da?ich her, her wu?e, da?ich stood and thought, which her actually t?. That was two weeks ago ago. But now nearly no day without such a meeting passes. But here, my love, here I am safe before you. One mu?eine special map has, over into this hall occurs too k?en. has I before you ahead. You wi? not, which that is, a poet. You do not have it distinctive under those, which you could do. You do not make differences, I wei? But it is another poet, whom I read, one, which does not live in Paris, a completely different one. One, the one quiet house has in the mountains. That sounds like a bell in pure air. It wei?von M?hen, which lived before one hundred years. it does nothing more, da?sie is dead, because it wei?alles. And that is the main thing. Perhaps its Mahagonischreibti their verblichenen letters and the gel?en Bl?er of their Tageb?er lie in a subject, in which birthdays, summer portions, birthdays. To sit and on a warm strip in the afternoon sun see and much from past M?hen to to know and a poet be. I h?e only one room uses (the light room in the giebel). There h?e I inside lived with my old things, the family pictures, the B?ern. And a lehnstuhl h?e I had and flowers and dogs and a strong stick f?die stony way. Only bind one book into yellowish, ivory-colored leather with an old blumigen sample as resolution: there in h?e I written. I h?e much written, because I h?e many thoughts had and memories of many. But it came differently, God will know, why. Sometimes I go at small L?n past into rue de the its about. H?ler with old things or small book second hands bookseller or Kupferstichverk?er with?rf?ten shop windows. Someone never occurs it with them, obviously makes no Gesch?e. It is good to say it loud: Es happened nothing. Again: Es happened nothing. Da?mein furnace smoked again once and I to go out mu?e, that is nevertheless really no Ungl?. Da?ich me matt and does not erk?et f?e, has anything to mean. Da?ich in the lanes ran around all day long, is my own debt. I h?e just as well in the Louvre sit k?en. Or no, the h?e I not. There are certain people, which w?en themselves. They sit on the Samtb?en, and their F? stand as gro? empties boot next to each other on the lattices of the heaters. There is?erst modest M?er, which is grateful, if the servants in the dark uniforms with the many medals bear her. But if I occur, then they grinsen. Grinsen and nod little. It was thus good, da?ich not into the Louvre went. I was always on the way. Wei?der sky in like many St?en, quarters, Friedh?n, Br?en and Durchg?en. Somewhere I saw a man, who moved a Gem?wagen over before itself. He cried: Chou fleur, Chou fleur, fleur with eigent?ich tr?m European Union. Beside him an angular, h?iche Mrs., him occasionally the anstie went? And if it it anstie? thus he cried. I have already said, more da?er blind was. And even if it substantially w?, it does not depend on which the whole thing was f?mich. I saw an old man, who was blind and cried. One is giebt it to believe, da?es such H?er. No, one will say, I f?che. This time it is not omitted, nat?ich also nothing in addition-done truth, anything. One wei? da?ich are poor. But, in order to be exact, were H?er, which were no longer there. H?er, which one had broken off from top to bottom. Which there was, that were the other H?er, which had beside-confessed, high Nachbarh?er. I wei?nicht, whether I already said, da?ich this wall my. At the unverge?ichsten however was the W?e. The z? Life of these rooms had itself did not zertreten to leave. There the sharp of the urine and burning of the Ru?und grey potato vapor and the heavy, smooth Gestank of aging Schmalze stood. I have nevertheless had said, da?man all walls off had broken up to the last –. now from this wall speak I fortw?end. Because that is the terrible, da?ich it recognized. I recognize that here everything, and therefore it is received so easily into me: it is at home in me. Because it was carnival and evening, and the people had all time and drifted about and rubbed one against the other one. They laughed ever more and dr?ten themselves ever more closely together, the more impatiently I tried vorw?s to come. Someone threw a hand Confetti to me into the eyes, and it burned like a whip. Everything was perhaps also certain, and it was only one swindle in me and them, which seemed to turn everything. And f?te I, da?die air to end was l?st and da?ich only more breathing out drew in, my lungs stands lie?n. But now it is I has it past?rstanden. I w?e sometimes, if gro?s Gedr?e is, a car take, drive past, I w?e t?ich in a Duval eat and no more into the Cr?rien do not creep. Whether it probably been in a Duval w?. There h?e it on me does not wait d?en. I sit now in my room I can try to think calmly?r which is met me. It is good to leave nothing in the uncertain one. Thus I occurred and saw first only, da?der table, at which I tended to sit?ers, by someone else was taken. I gr?e toward the small Buffet, ordered and set myself next door. But f?te there I it, although he did not r?te himself. Straight its Regungslosigkeit f?te I and understood it with an impact. The connection between us was manufactured, and I had more da?er solidified wu?e, before frightening. I had gel?t wu?e, da?das frightening him, frightening?r something that happened in him. With indescribable effort forced I, after him in addition-see themselves, because I hoped still, da?alles fancy was. But it happened, da?ich jumped up and hinausst?te. I had not erred. It sa?da in a thick, black winter coat, and its grey, strained face hung deeply into a wollenes halstuch. Its mouth was closed, as w? he with gro?r force slammed shut, but it was not to be said m?ich whether its eyes still looked: fitted, smoke-grey Brillengl?r lay in front of it and trembled little. Its ears were long, yellow, with gro?n shade behind itself. Yes, it wu?e, more da?er itself now of all distant not only from humans. So more sa?er there and, to it happened its w?e waited. And did not resist any longer. And I resist still. As always had a horror me, if I of a dying said h?e: it could recognize nobody more. If my fear not so gro?w?, so w?e I me thereby tr?en, da?es unm?ich is not to see and live everything nevertheless differently. But I f?hte myself, I f?hte itself namelessly before these Ver?erung. I was still not at all in this world eingew?t, which seems good to me. Which I am in another. Still another one while can I all this note and say. But this time I will be written. I am the impression, which will transform. Oh, it is missing only a small, and I k?te that everything understand and guthei?n. Only one step, and my deep misery w?e blessedness its. But I cannot do this step, I am please and can any longer waive itself, because I broke. I believed still, it k?te a H?e to come. There it is appropriate for evening before me in my own writing, which I gebetet, f?Abend. And I want to now write it again, here before my table kneeling want I it to write so have I it more l?er, as if I read it, and each word persists and time has to resound. M?ntent de tous et m?ntent de moi, ever voudrais bien ME more racheter et m'enorgueillir un peu dans le silence et la solitude de la nuit. Die of children of loose and despised people, which were the smallest ones in the country. Now I am their string play and mu?ihr M?ein its her?r me a way made. it was not so easy them, me to besch?gen, da?sie H?e in addition was allowed now however geu?t itself out my soul?r me, and seized the miserable time has me. The at night will my Gebein perforate everywhere and me to hunt, do not put to sleep. My entrails simmer and h?n on me have do not?rfallen the miserable time. My harp is a complaint, and my whistle crying. The physician did not understand me. It was also difficult to erz?en. One wanted to make an attempt with electrifying. I got a note: I should around clock in the Salp?i? its. Before it a wood bank ran by, everything, and in this bank sa?n it, which could do me, and waited. Down at the narrow side of the course on special St?en two thick women had spread, who conversed, probably Conciergen. I saw it after the clock was f? Minutes before unity. Now in f?, we say mu?e I in ten minutes, to-come. it was thus not so bad. Air was badly, with difficulty, fully dresses and breath. In a certain place the strong, increasing K?e of more?her struck from a T?palte. I began to go on and off. Me into the sense, da?man me here had pointed, among these people, into this?rf?te, general consulting hour first?entliche Best?gung came, da?ich to the throwing away geh?e. the physician it me had regarded. But I had mean attendance in a reasonablly good suit made, I my map in had sent. Although, he mu?e experienced it somehow, perhaps I had betrayed myself. Now, since it was once fact, I found it also not at all so bad the people sa?n quiet and did not pay attention not to me. Some had pain and swivelled a little the leg, in order to bear it more easily. Different M?er had put the head into the flat H?e, slept others deeply with heavy, versch?eten faces. And there were many Verb?e. Verb?e, which do not laminate the whole head over laminate moved, until only only one eye was there, anybody more the geh?e. Verb?e, which hid, and Verb?e, which showed, what under it was. I went off on and and gave myself M?, to be calm. I besch?igte myself much with the gegen?rliegenden wall. I saw one hour after the clock I on and had off gone. One while sp?r the?zte came. When he saw me, main header he a little the hat and l?elte absent-minded. I had now hope to be directly called but it passed again one hour. I cannot remember, with which I spent her. An old man came in a spotted Sch?e, a kind W?er, and ber?te me at the shoulder. I stepped into one of the adjoining rooms. The physician and the young people sa?n around a table and regarded me, one gave me a chair. And now I should erz?en, like actually also with w?. Because much time do not h?en the gentlemen. The young people sa?n and saw me?rlegenen on with that, to technical curiosity, which they had learned. The physician, whom I could do, painted his black pointed beard and l?elte absent-minded. On which it again to the group zur?sprang. I reminded it, da?ich on clock ordered am. It l?elte and made a few fast, precipitous movements with its small wei?n H?en, which wanted to mean, is more da?er uncommonly besch?igt. Schlie?ich made the damp, angeh?te smell me I remained dizzy to the Eingangst?stehen and?nete it a little. I saw, da?drau?n still afternoon and something sun was, and inexpressibly probably did to me. But I had confessed hardly one minute in such a way, called there h?e I, da?man me. A woman Mrs., the two steps removes small tables with a SA? hissed me somewhat too. Who me gehei?n h?e, the T? ?nen. I said, I did not k?te air not stood. Well, that is my thing, but the T? m?e remain closed. Whether it would not concern to open a window. I beschlo? to take up the Aufundabgehen again, because it was schlie?ich a kind Bet?ung and kr?te nobody. But the woman to small tables mi?iel now also that. Whether I no place h?e. No, the h?e I not. The Herumgehen is however does not permit I m?e me a place searches. It w?e already still there its. Was really immediately a place beside the M?hen with the herausdr?enden eyes. There sa?ich now in the Gef?e, da?dieser condition on something F?hterliches m?e absolutely prepare. It was a tremendous, immovable mass, the one face had and one gro?, heavy, rainless hand. The narrow, black neck-bind were fastened in the same loose unpers?ichen way around the collar, and one regarded it to the skirt, pulled by others?r this sakeless K?er was more da?er. Yes, the fate goes marvelous ways. Pl?lich rose completely in the N? rapidly one behind the other the frightened, repelling cries of a child, which quiet, zugehaltenes crying followed. Appeared real occasionally of the W?er with the spotted Sch?e and signed. I did not remember no more, more da?er me mean k?te. They drove it inside, and beside me a quantity place developed thought, what they wanted to probably do bl?n to the M?hen and whether it to also cry w?e. The machines did not dahinten schnurrten so pleasantly fabrikm?g, it had nothing at all uneasiness. Pl?lich however was quiet everything, and into the silence said a?rlegene, selbstgef?ige voice, which I believed to know:. It was unerkl?ich, why the man did not want to laugh there dr?n. And since, when it lallte so warmly and spongelike dr?n: there for the first time for many, many years was it again there. What had in-hunted first, deep frightening for me, if I lay as a child in the fever: the Gro?. But it was like the others. It could not away-take it, although I was at that time nevertheless small and me easily to help been w?. It had been missing sp?r simply, also in Fiebern?ten it had not come back, but now was it there, although I none. It was there, like gro?s a dead animal, that once, when it still lived, my hand had been or my arm and my blood went through me and through it, as by and the same K?er. And my heart mu?e much exert, around the blood into the Gro? to float: it was not nearly enough blood there. And the blood stepped reluctantly into the Gro? and came ill and badly to?. I cannot remember, how I by the many H? had out-come. There did I begin a Stra? to go, and other Stra?n, which I had never seen, and again different came. Electrical courses rest sometimes?rhell and with hard, knocking Gel?e near and past. But on their boards stood names, which I could not do. And now also still this illness, which ber?t always already in such a way me eigent?ich. I am surely, da?man her untersch?t. Exactly like one the meaning of other diseases?rtreibt. This illness does not have certain peculiarities, it accepts the peculiarities its, which it seizes. I lie in my bed, f? Stairs highly, and my day, which nothing interrupts, is like a dial without pointers on my blanket losing from the childhood and is as new. Again there all lost?gste is. Yesterday my fever was better, and today the day f?t on such as Fr?ing, like Fr?ing in pictures. Today didn't I expect it, didn't go out I so courageously, as w? that the Nat?ichste and simplest one. And nevertheless, it was again, which took me like paper, me zusammenkn?te and away threw somewhat there, it was something Unerh?es there. The boulevard St-Michel was empty and far, and it went itself easily on its quiet inclination. Fensterfl?l?neten themselves above with gl?rnem Aufklang, and their Gl?en flew like wei?r a bird?r the Stra?. A car with light red R?rn came vor?r, and further down someone carried for something Lichtgr?s. Horses ran in blinkernden Geschirren on the darkly squirted fahrdamm, which was pure. The wind was excited, again, mildly, and everything ascended: Ger?e, calls, bells. I went past at one the Caf?user, in which in the evening the wrong red gypsies played. From the open windows?rn?tige air crept with bad conscience. Glattgek?te waiters participated, before the T? to scrub. The one stood geb?t and threw, handful after handfuls, for yellowish sand under the tables. There stie?ihn one from the Vor?rgehenden and showed the Stra? down. Now all stood and looked down-seeing or for –. searching, l?elnd or?erlich, da?sie yet had not discovered, what L?erliches it g?. I f?te, da?ein little fear in me began. Then it flashed with the black eyes and came themselves satisfied and itself weighing against. I made sure, at the clothes, still in the behaviour of this man of something L?erliches am more da?weder, and tried already to look at it vor?r the boulevard down when it stolperte?r possibly something. Since I followed close behind it, I took myself in eight, but when the place came, there nothing was, purely nothing. We continued both, it and I, the distance between us remained the same. On the jenseitigen course paste he came simply with a long step I, da?dem man another?gernis had up developed. From this instant on I was bound to him. I understood, da?dieses H?en in its K?er, da?es tried erred, to break out here and there. I understood its fear of the people, and I began carefully too pr?n whether the Vor?rgehenden noticed somewhat. The w? gewi?ein means, curious ones believe to make, it h?e there nevertheless a small, inconspicuous obstacle convenient in the way, on which we zuf?ig both stepped h?en. But w?end I on H?e reflected in such a way, he a new, excellent way out had found. That was not auff?ig an attitude, those, h?stens a little?rm?g was the unexpected Fr?ingstag could that excuse. It did not occur to anybody to look around and now it went. I could not do anything against it, da?meine fear grew nevertheless with which he it to grow and grow f?te, and I saw, how he clasped himself to the stick, if it began inside in him too r?eln. Then the expression of these H?e was so inexorable and strict, da?ich all hope into its will set, gro?sein the mu?e. But which was there a will. The instant mu?e come, since its strength was to end, it could be not far. I believe, more da?er it took which could I daf? da?es no more was not. Perhaps that was the ruse, with which the caught illness it wanted to?rwinden. But the stick still was at its place, and the H?e saw b? and we entered the Br?e zornig out in such a way, and it went. Now something uncertain came into the course, now ran it two steps, and now he stood the head, and its view varied?r skies, H?er and water, without seizing, and then it gave way. Because already many people were over I, and I did not see it any longer. Which h?e it was f?einen sense had to go still somewhere I empty. As into empty paper I drove the boulevard to the H?ern along, again up. I try it to write you although it actually giebt nothing after a necessary parting. The holy one is awake?r the sleeping city. I cried, because that was everything so unexpectedly there at once. I cried not to help I wu?e me. I am in Paris, it h?n am pleased, most envy me. It is one gro? City, gro? fully merkw?iger temptations. Which concerns me, I mu?zugeben, da?ich them in certain relationship are hunted. I believe, it to l? do not say themselves differently. I succumbed to these temptations, and that entailed certain Ver?erungen, if not in my character, so nevertheless in my world view, anyhow in my life. A new life of fully new meanings. I have it presently/immediately somewhat heavily, because everything is too new. I am a Anf?er in my own Verh?nissen. Whether it not m?ich w?, to see once the sea. Yes, but think only, I imagined myself, you k?test come. Perhaps H?est you me say k?en whether it giebt a physician. I forgot to inquire me about it. ?rigens I do not need it now any longer. You remember Baudelaires unbelievable poem Une Charogne.. It can be, da?ich it understands now. Apart from the last strophe it was in the right. Which he should do, since happened to him. It was its task to see in this terrible one, apparently only Widerw?igen the being end which applies under all being ends. Selection and refusal do not giebt it. H?st you it f?einen coincidence, da?Flaubert its Saint Julien more l'Hospitalier wrote. Faith, da?ich in Entt?chungen does not suffer here, in the opposite. It surprises me sometimes, like ready I all expected one gives up f?das real ones, even if it is bad. My God, if somewhat of it lie divide?. No, it is only at the price of the however unity. The existence of the terrible one in each component of air. But, oh, on which edge h? itself this security. Better perhaps, you w?st remained in the darkness and your unabgegrenztes heart h?e tried to be all the indistinguishable one heavy heart. Oh, and where then, where then. O blunt window outside, o carefully locked T?n. mechanisms from age?rnommen, certified, never completely understood. O silence in the staircase house, silence from the adjoining rooms, silence highly above at the cover. O nut/mother: o you only ones, who adjusted all this silence, once in that. It on itself takes, says: do not frighten, I are it. Those the courage has, at the night this silence to be whole f?das, which f?htet itself, which comes before fear. You z?est a light on, and the Ger?ch are already you. And you h?st it before you and says: I am not it, frighten. A power resembles your power in the terrestrial rule. See, for K?ge being appropriate and stare, and the Geschichtenerz?er cannot divert it. At the blessed Br?en of its Lieblingin it?rkriecht the grey and makes it schlottrig and desireless. No, as if h?est you it?rholt on the call, you required. The Mouleur, at which I each day vor?rkomme, has two masks beside its T?ausgeh?t. Face young Ertr?ten, which one in Morgue decreased, because it sch?war, because it l?elte, because it l?elte in such a way t?chend, as w?e it. And among them its knowing face. This hard knots from firmly pulled together senses. This inexorable self compression fortw?end out-steam wanting music. The face its, which a God has the Geh?verschlossen, thus it no Kl?e g?, au?r its. Thus he does not confuse w?e by the Tr? and Hinf?ige of the Ger?che. Your music: da?sie h?e around the world its d?en. not around us. And it h?e highly thrown and away?stlich, da?du beg?est itself. And then h?est you ausgestr?, Str?nder, ungeh?. zur?gebend to the universe, which only the universe ertr?. L?n only h?en you far at night circle, frightened before itself, from their moved blood threatened. Because who gets you now from the ears to?, l?ern are. Who drives it from the Musiks?n, which to K?lichen with the unfruchtbaren go? hurt and never empf?t. I wei? it go? Courage in addition.) to know, where it after in-crept and which they begin many the?igen day and whether they sleep at night. This completely particularly w? to determine: whether they sleep. But with the courage it is not yet done. Because they come and do not go not like the?igen people, those following a little thing w?. They are there and again away, put and taken away like lead soldiers. There is little remote places, where one finds her, but at all did not hide. The B?he steps to?, the way turns a little around the rasenplatz: there they stand and have a quantity of transparent area around itself, as if they st?en under a glass fall. You k?test it f?nachdenkliche Spazierg?er hold, this inconspicuous M?er of smaller, in each relationship of modest shape. It does not take a minute, then two, three V?l are, Spatzen, which heranh?en curiously there. And the more humans around it collect himself, in appropriate distance nat?ich, the less has in common he with them. And as it lures, as it attracts, which the many, small, stupid V?l k?en at all do not judge. That are now, like always, the people in the way. They ensure daf? da?nur V?l come it find that plentiful, and they state, it expects itself nothing different one. Is it now in such a way washes, because it was once multicolored. Only the women ask nothing, if you see one f?ern. Those k?te one even follow it do it in such a way in passing. it w? an easy. They do not know, how it came. Young humans somewhere, in whom somewhat, which makes it erschauern, n ascends? it, da?dich none knows. And if they contradict you, which take you f?nichts, and if they give you up completely, those, also. Ask no, more da?er from you spr?e, not even ver?tlich. Think: it became badly, and dismisses it. Another, any, thereby God you accepts to call can at the night. And hide it from all. You loneliest one, Abseitiger, as have them you caught up on your fame. As long it is, ago there was it against you from reason, and now they deal with you, as with their-same. There I read you only, there her me broke out and me resulted in my W?e, which despaired. Despair, does how you were at the Schlu? you, its course wrongly drawn in is located in all maps. All of this was like that nat?ich f?dich. there you went through, as one goes through a vorraum, and were not not. But you stayed there and were geb?t, where our happening cooks and itself niederschl? and the color ver?ert, inside. Internal than, where ever one was a T?war you jumped up, and now you were with the pistons in the fire light. There, where you never carried one forward, Mi?raui, there sa?st you and differentiated?erg?e. had, so deeply, da?es hardly still assumptions dar?r gave. There were a church and a rock valley, which resembled a church. At that time first it was not noticeable to me, da?man from a Mrs. anything says k?e. I noticed, if they erz?ten from it. seeing actually could I it only, if Maman me erz?te the history, which I again and again required –. Ich have it seen, painted, swore to it: To Ich it saw. That already was in its last years, since I this from it go? has. Their fear of needles controlled it at that time already v?ig. Sie made all glad for us, said it, deinen father also, painted, buchst?ich froh.‹. Present to you, it said: ›.Ich does not like mehr‹. it, which made us glad all. Whether you will once understand that, if you gro?bist, painted. Remember sp?r, perhaps f?t it you. It w? completely well, if it someone g?, such things understands. Solche things besch?igten Maman, if them alone were, and them were always alone these last years. Because a at the beginning of mu?es nevertheless give, and to seize if one it bek?, the w? always already something. As if a meteor would fall and it sees it none and none somewhat gew?cht itself. Vergi?nie to w?chen you something painted. W?chen, which one is not to give up. At this low schreibschrank, which broke itself open with a plate before it, sa?sie as at an instrument. Es is so much sun in it, said it, and really, the inside was merkw?ig brightly, a blue of old, yellow lacquer, on which flowers were painted, always a red and. And where three next to each other-stood, there was a violet between them, which separated the two different. That resulted in a strangely ged?ftes Verh?nis of T?n, which stood in internal mutual relations, without expressing itself?r her. Maman pulled the small shop out, which was empty all. Ach, roses, said it and held themselves a little forwards into tr?n the smell inside, which did not become everything. Auf once protrudes it, you is to see, said it seriously and?stlich and pulled hasty to all shop. Which however really at papers in the F?ern zur?geblieben was, that had sorgf?ig together put and had included it, without reading it. Ich verst?e it nevertheless, did not paint, it w? surely too heavily f?mich.. It did not have?erzeugung, da?alles too complicates f?sie is Es giebt classes in the life more f?Anf?er, it always is equal the most difficult, which is required by one. at the Leuchterspiegel differently to stick on wanted the flowers in the hair. But lately you seemed Let us Inge-borrow nevertheless what was to be understood most with difficulty. And now I want to note history, as Maman her erz?te, if I asked for it. It was in the middle in the summer, on Thursday after Ingeborgs burying. It had been covered in such a way, as if never a person more sat at this table h?e, and we sa?n also all quite spread around. And everyone had something bring along, a book or a work basket, like that da?wir even a little was restrained. But on this afternoon, there it painted really not more to come knew –.: there she came. Perhaps perhaps it was our debt we it called. Because I remember, da?ich dasa?und at one time was exerted to deliberate me which actually now different is. It was not to be said to me pl?lich m?ich, what I had it v?ig forgotten. I it saw, painted, I it saw. It ran toward it, although it did not come f?ihn came it. Twice he looked around for us, as if he asked. From the other side the servant from the house with the letters stepped. It did not z?rte one while was obviously it completely easy to go toward our faces. And your father signed to it already to remain. He said something to the servant, possibly something short, Einsilbiges. of the servants in addition-jumped, in order to waive Cavalier. But your father took there the animal and went thereby, as w?e he exactly where, in the house inside. And I f?htete myself despite the darkness before Mamans face, if w?e see it, what I saw. I got rapidly again breath, so that it had the appearance, as h?e I nothing different one intended. But it had itself after our n?tlichen Gespr? again completely before me locked, he avoided me I believes, more da?er me despised. And straight therefore I wanted to erz?en it of the Hand.. Erik however was so skillfully in avoiding, da?es not in addition came. And then we traveled also directly. It was in the evening, in the winter, if I do not err, in the city dwelling. That seemed to me in such a way, w?end I drew. But I believe, invent her, or it mu?sp?r been its. It is constituted, da?ich in that evening a knight drew, an individual, very clear knight on a merkw?ig dressed horse. I needed it really urgently, and it was quite?erlich to after-climb him now. But a new difficulty resulted there. I pursued it, like her penetrated, it interested me, I was prepared for a great deal. It searched in?licher way from the other side, and the two spread H?e approaches blindly one on the other. My curiosity was not used up yet, but it was pl?lich to end, and it was only grey ones there. I f?te, da?die of the H?en me geh?e and da?sie itself there into something einlie? which was not to be good-closed again. I understood, da?sie it do not give w?e up, I can not say, how I came up again. But I was whole with Bewu?sein. I swallowed few times now wanted I it to erz?en. I collected myself indescribably, but it was not auszudr?en, so da?es one understood. There were words f?dieses event, then I was too small, to find which. The real there down again to go through, differently, modified, of beginning on too h?n, as I admit it, in addition I had no more strength. , da?sich gradually a sad and heavy pride is safe in me raised. I introduced myself, like one gone w?e, fully from inside and silent. I felt one ungest? Sympathy f?die adults I admired it, and I planned to say to them da?ich it admired. I planned to say it to Mademoiselle at the n?sten opportunity. And then one of these diseases, which went out on to prove to me did not come da?dies the first own experience was. I began, but me under the H?en, it str?te itself, it was much too much grew. And there I cried, as I was half open, cried I and cried. And my father instructed me to say what it g?. It was a friendly, ged?fter instruction, but an instruction was nevertheless it. And it became impatient, if I did not answer. Maman never came in the night –., or it came nevertheless, once. And there they had finally the car after parents sent, which clenches on one gro?n was, I believe with the crown Prince. And h?e I it drive at one time into the yard, and I became quiet, sa?und saw after the T? And we remained in such a way and cried z?lich and k?en ourselves, until we f?ten, da?der there father was and da?wir separate us mu?en. Er has high fever, h?e I Maman sch?tern to say, and the father reached the pulse for my hand and z?te. It was in the J?rmeisteruniform with sch?n, spreads, gew?erten blue volume of the elephant. F?ein nonsense to call us he said Was in the room inside, without regarding me. They had promised, zur?zukehren, if it nothing serious w?. But which was long, that were the afternoons in such diseases. There one lay in such a way in the aufger?ten bed and grew perhaps little in the joints and was much to m?, in order to introduce itself possibly somewhat. Because we were united dar?r, da?wir M?hen did not love. We had another term of the marvelous one. We found, if everything happened with nat?ichen things, thus w? always most marvelously. I had guessed that somehow, and I had come on the thought, sometimes in the afternoon at Mamans T? to knock. Ach, these painted, sighed Maman. And Sophie a wu?e quantity?r the Schlechtigkeit of the boys generally, as if it would know a whole heap. Ich m?te probably knows, what from Sophie it became Maman said then pl?lich with such memories. Dar?r could now painted no information to certainly give. There something was expected, and came or it did not come not, third was impossible. There there were things, which were sad, in f?allemal, it gave pleasant things and a lot more nebens?licher. However if a joy was prepared, then it was a joy, and it had itself to take away thereafter. In the reason that was very simple everything, and if one had it only out, then it made itself like automatically. Mademoiselle had zuzeiten its Migr?, those uncommonly violently arose, and that were the days, on which I was to be found difficult. I wei? the kutscher was sent into the park if it occurred to father to ask for me and not there I was. I could see above from one of the guest rooms out, how he ran out and called at the beginning of the long avenue after me. Anschlie?nd to it however was that one gro? Hitting a corner area, which had a so strong temptation f?mich. I had discovered the Schl?el at one the Schrankt?n, and he schlo?alle others. Oh, as one trembled to be in it and as hinrei?nd was it, if one were it. But schlie?ich mu?e it nat?ich. the whole Vergn?n zerst?n could. I learned at that time the Einflu?kennen, which can proceed directly from a certain tracht. I became more k?er and k?er. I threw myself always h?r. my skill in catching was?r all doubt. I did not notice the temptation in this rapidly growing security. It l? do not aufz?en themselves, which there everything was. Au?r of a Bautta, whose I remember myself, gave it to dominos in. I had never masks seen before, but I saw immediately, da?es masks give m?e. I mu?e laugh, when occurred to me, da?wir a dog had, which excluded itself, as tr? it one. I always imagined its cordial eyes, those as in-seen from the rear into the behaarte face. I laughed still, w?end I disguised myself, and I verga?dar?r v?ig, which I actually present. Now, it was new and excitingly to only decide nachtr?ich before the mirror. I kept myself f?hinreichend to Schlie?ich, when I could not do no more, vermummt. That was now really gro?rtig?r all expectation. The mirror showed it also presently/immediately, it was too?rzeugend. It w? not at all n?g been, much to move this feature was perfect, even if it did not do anything. I b?te myself so well I could and found my worst expectation best?gt: it looked, as if was everything divide. The two?rfl?igen, gr?violetten porcelain parrots were smashed nat?ich, everyone in another malicious kind. I dried it fast with something up, which down-hung on me, but he became only more schw?er and more unpleasant. I rose and looked for any article, with which I could good-make all. I pulled it only more closely on at everything, but schlo?sich. The Schn? the coat w?ten me, and things on my head dr?te, as k? still more in addition. Was air tr? become and as fit with the?lichen vapor of the versch?eten Fl?igkeit. Hei?und zornig st?te I before the mirror and examined m?am by the mask, as my H?e worked. But whereupon it had only waited the retaliation f?ihn had come. I stared to these on gro?n, terrible unknown quantities before me, and it seemed to me enormous to be with him alone. But in the same moment, since I thought this, the??rste happened: I lost all sense, I failed a subject. One second long I had an indescribable, sore and futile longing after me, then was only he: it was not anything au?r it. I ran of it, but now it was it, which ran. Up, several humans stepped a T?ging out: Oh, oh, which was that well to know it. That was they verses, the good they verses, and the Hausm?hen and the silver servant: now mu?e it decide. But they jumped not herzu and saved their cruelty were without borders. They stood there and laughed, my God, them could dastehn and laugh. They were so gew?t it with me. But then w? I nevertheless all the time remained lying and h?e not answered. The time went incalculably fast, and it was already again so far at one time, da?der prediger Dr. That was then f?alle parts a m?ames and lengthy Fr?t?. The Kiemenatmung, which he had actually trained, took place cumbersomely, it formed for blisters, and the whole was not without danger. Jespersen mu?e with us beschr?en themselves a kind from privatmann to to be the straight however it had never been. It was employed, as far as it could think, in the soul subject. The soul was a?entliche. (which?igens mean father concerned, then its attitude God was perfectly correct gegen?r and of perfect H?ichkeit. Sometimes in the church it seemed me, as w? it almost J?rmeister with God, if it stood there and were waiting and leaned. Maman against it appeared it nearly hurting, da?jemand to God in a h?ichen Verh?nis to stand could. It is clear, da?ich completely from the front begins mu?e after. And sometimes with this beginning I meant to have Maman n?g although it was more correct nat?ich, to go through it alone. And there it was already for a long time dead. Jespersen gegen?r could be near omitted Maman. Sometimes it knows, said Wie only it of it, herumfahren and goes in to the people, if they die straight. He came also to it on this occasion, but she did not see him surely any longer. Their senses were received, one after the other one, first the face. The?zte came, and on a certain day were they all together there and controlled the whole house. He came one morning on into company of a strange servant, and it?rraschte me to see more da?er gr?r was than father and apparently also more?er. The two gentlemen changed immediately some words, which, as I assumed, to Maman referred. Then my father said: Sie is very much disfigured. I did not understand this expression, but it fr?elte me, there I him h?e. I had the impression, as if also my father h?e?rwinden m?en itself, before he expressed him. But it was probably above all its pride, which suffered, by admitting this. Several years sp?r only h?e I again of the count Christian talk. It was on urn monastery, and Mathilde Brahe was it, which spoke with preference of him. Urn monastery now is in its possession. This humans an indication of itself perhaps also do not giebt, if he zur?bleibt a daily alone. Brahe stated: so k? it, the w? so its peculiarity to be pl?lich there if one held it by few f?m?ich. On the other hand the thought worried me whether their portrait was present probably in the gallery. Which concerns me, then I thought not of fear. I did not think?rhaupt I went. High T?n gave so playing after before me and?r me, which held myself for rooms, by which I came, calmly. And finally I noticed at the depth, which anwehte me, da?ich into the gallery stepped. I f?te on the right side the windows with the night, and left the pictures mu?en its. I main header my light so highly I could. it seemed to me heartless to wait for that not at least. There Christian was fourth with the sch?geflochtenen Cadenette beside the broad, slowly again and again gew?ten cheek. in the hall to Ulsgaard seen, or I had found in old briefcases copper passes, which represented her. But then were many there, which I had never seen few women, but were children there. My arm was l?st m? become and, but I trembled nevertheless again and again main headers the light, in order to see the children. I understood it, this small M?hen, the one bird on the hand carried and him verga?n. One had gathered so much around it, as if a quantity to good-close w?. They however were located simply in their dresses and waited one saw, da?sie waited. And there mu?e I again to the women thinks and of Christine Brahe, and whether I recognize her w?e. I wanted to run rapidly to whole to the end and zur?gehen and search from there, but there stie?ich at something. I turned in such a way j?herum, more da?der small Erik zur?sprang and fl?erte: . I said Gieb eight with your light breathlessly, and I was not in the clear whether that was good or completely and badly. He laughed only, and I wu?e not, which further. My light flickered, and I could recognize the expression of its face not quite. It was nevertheless probably badly, more da?er there was. But it said there, by coming n?r: Ihr picture is, we not there looks for it still above. With its half voice and the mobile eye. And I understood, more da?er the soil meant. But me a merkw?iger thought came at one time. asked I, ist it above. Ja., he nodded and stood closely beside me for Man it thus away-placed, the picture. But I understood not quite, what wanted her thereby. Sie wants to see itself, fl?erte it completely near to Ja in such a way, made I, as if I verst?e. There it blew me the light out. I saw, as he put myself forward, into light inside, with completely pulled up brows. I stepped unwillk?ich to?.. I called unterdr?t and was completely drying in the neck. It jumped me after and h?te themselves on means arm and kicherte.. started I it and wanted it absch?eln, but it hung firmly. I could not prevent it, more da?er the arm over mean neck put. hissed he, and little saliva did not squirt me at the ear I wu?e, which I talked. It embraced me now v?ig and stretched themselves thereby. Ich her a mirror brought, said it and kicherte again. Ja, because nevertheless the picture is not there. It drew me somewhat after the window and trick me into the upper arm, da?ich continued to cry so sharply at one time. Sie is not in it, blew away it me in the ear I stie?ihn unwillk?ich from me, something cracked at it, me, as h?e I it had broken. Geh, go, and now mu?e I laughing, nicht in it, why not in it. Du is stupid, gave it b? to? and no more did not fl?erte. Its voice had changed, as beg?e it now a new, still unused St?. , I answered fast Nat?ich., without thinking. I had fear, it k?te otherwise away-go and me alone leaving. I reached even for it Mir ists directly, said he saucily. I tried to begin our friendship, but I did not dare to embrace him. Lieber Erik., I attached only out and r?te him somewhere a bi?hen. I was at one time much m?. I did not see myself over I understood no more, how I had come here and da?ich me had not gef?htet. I wu?e not quite, where the windows were and where the pictures. And as we went f?en, mu?e it me. Sie do to you nothing, insured he gro??g and kicherte again. Perhaps dear, dear Erik. nevertheless you were my only friend. Because I never had one. It is not unfortunate, da?du on friendship anything gave. Perhaps I h?e you some erz?en m?n. h?en myself we stood. I remember, da?damals your picture was painted. The Gro?ater had let someone, which painted you come. Whether he saw you, like I you seh. You carried a suit of heliotropfarbenem velvet. Mathilde Brahe schw?te f?diesen suit. But that is now gleichg?ig. Only whether he saw you, m?te I to know. We accept, a da?es real painter were. We assume, more da?er to it thought, da?du do not die k?test, before it did not regard completely w?e. more da?er the thing at all sentimentally more da?er simply worked. We accept otherwise still all N?ge and let it apply: so a picture is, your picture there, in the gallery on urn monastery the latter. (and if one goes, and one saw her all, then is there still another boy. One instant: who is that. You see the silver stake in the black field and the pfauenfedern. There also the name stands: Erik Brahe. That was not executed a Erik Brahe. Nat?ich, that is admits enough. But around that it cannot act. This boy died as a boy, equivalent when. It is one very much gro? Lady been its. I did not know it. On the other hand I remember very well the nut/mother of my father, the actual lady on Ulsgaard. Maman, I believe, did not w?chte it at all differently. It was so little made to?rsehen gro?s a house to it was missing v?ig the organization of the things into nebens?liche and important. It never deplored itself?r their mother-in-law. And with whom h?e they are to also deplore themselves. Father was?erst respectful son, and Gro?ater had to say few. Mrs. Margarete Brigge was always already, as far as I can think, a high-grown, unzug?liche. I cannot introduce myself differently, than da?sie was many more?er, than the chamber gentleman. It lived in the middle among us its life, without taking on someone R?sicht. This a mu?e individual exception been its, because was otherwise not their kind does good. She did not love children, and animals were not allowed into their N?. I wei?nicht whether she loved otherwise somewhat. It is difficult to say whether it betrauerte it. Perhaps did she despise it daf? da?es had not come, da?es the opportunity had missed, with fate and talent to have been lived. Meanwhile I assume, da?mein father the only one was, who took this much to h?igen Zuf?e seriously. The chamber gentleman had nat?ich also to eat comes up?. it took a small sip wine and contained of each opinion. It had maintained with tables only once the seinige of its wife gegen?r. In addition w? it also once come, when one had several and considerable G?e. N?ich Dagewesenes and v?ig incomprehensible somewhat never happened. Because now were correct all facilitates, and the chamber gentleman looked up and handed to the servant the bottle. Sp?r won another peculiarity the upper hand with my Gro?utter. She could not bear it, da?jemand in the house got sick. It did not want to be reminded of the ill its. Not even their son was accepted. It is true, this dying fell quite mismatching. The rooms were cold, which?en smoked, and which were not M?e into the house one were penetrated anywhere surely before them. Because to it, da?sie w?e dies m?en, often thought it. But it did not want to be gedr?t. They w?e die, gewi? when it pleased her, and then they could die all calmly, afterwards, if they had it so hasty. Mamans death twist it never completely us. It aged?igens rapidly w?end the following winter. In going it was still high, but in the armchair it sank together, and it Geh?wurde more with difficulty. One could not sit and gro?ansehen her, for hours, her f?te it. It died against the Fr?ing too, in the city, an at night. Sophie Oxe, their T?offenstand, did not have anything goes?. Since one found it in the morning, she was cold like glass. Immediately thereafter began the chamber gentleman gro? and terrible illness. It was, as h?e it their end been waiting, the r?sichtslos dies to k?en, like it mu?e. It was in the year after Mamans of death, da?ich Abelone first noticed. That did gro?n entry to her. To ask, what has it with Abelone f?eine Bewandtnis, the w? appeared up to then near l?erlich to me. There Abelone was, and one wore her out, as one could evenly. But I asked myself at one time: Why is Abelone there. For a while of it the speech had been, da?sie zerstreuen themselves is. Nobody contributed something to Abelonens scatter. At all, da?sie zerstreue did not make itself the impression. ?rigens Abelone had property: it sang. Hei?, there were times, where she sang. It was a strong, steadfast music in it. If it is true, da?die angels are m?lich, then one can probably say, da?etwas M?liches in their voice was: a radiating, himmlische M?lichkeit. h?r, until one meant, this m?e ungef? already the sky its for one while. I did not suspect, da?Abelone me still different skies?nen should. Zun?st consisted our relationship of it, da?sie me from Mamans M?henzeit erz?te. It held much to?rzeugen me as courageously and young for Maman been w?. _ it be at that time nobody after its insurance, which itself in dance or in ride with it measure can. Es came so unexpectedly, nobody could it quite understand. I was interested daf? why Abelone had not married. She came me old forwards verh?nism?g, and da?sie it still k?te, remembered I not. Es was not anybody there, answered simple it and became correct sch?dabei. Then I came away from house, on the aristocracy academy, and it began a widerliche and bad time. But it will nevertheless probably, as I it see now, love letters being. There because schlie?ich holidays, which did not want only at all to come, came and were it as on appointment, da?wir us not before the other one saw again. I approached in one of the ways inside and on a goldregen. I wills never forget, how that was, if you looked at me. Like you your looking carried, as it were as somewhat not fastening stopping it on zur?geneigtem face. Oh whether the climate did not ver?ert itself at all. Whether it do not moderate became around Ulsgaard from all our W?e. whether individual roses not more l?er bl?n now in the park, into December inside. I do not want anything erz?en of you, Abelone. It giebt carpets here, Abelone, wall carpets. There I imagine myself, you am, six carpets sinds, come, la?uns slowly vor?rgehen. But steps only to? and see all at the same time. As calm they are, not. Only there, in the last carpet, the island ascends little, as if it became easier. It tr? always a shape, a woman in different tracht, but always the same. –. If you saw, you want to begin with first. As wonderful their suit is. The bird is on the dressed hand and r?t itself. It watches it and is enough thereby into the bowl, which brings it the maid, in order for it somewhat to be enough. Right down on the schleppe h? a small, seidenhaariger dog, which looks up and hopes, one will remember its. And, you noticed, a low rose lattice schlie? in the back the island off. The coat of arms animals rise heraldisch hochm?g. The coat of arms is again put around to them as coat. Thoughtfully it w?t the color of the n?sten carnation in the flat basin, it the maid h?, w?end it the previous anreiht. In the back in a bank stands unused a basket of full roses, which an ape discovered. L? no more does not take part however on the right of the einhorn understands. Not already with restraint there Mu?e music do not come into this silence, were them. Heavily and quietly geschm?t, is it (as slow, not.) to the portable organ stepped and plays, standing, by the whistle work separated from the maid, who moves beyond the B?e. So sch?war it never. Detunes ertr? L? the T?, reluctantly, Geheul verbei?nd. The einhorn however is sch? as in waves moves. From blue damast and gold-flamed. The animals raffen it up, and simply near in their f?tlichen dress them precedence. Because which are their beads against it. The small dog sits with it, erh?, at prepared place and it regards. And you have the saying discovered on the edge of tent above. Which it is happen why the small rabbit jumps there down, why one sees directly, da?es jumps. It has with the other hand after the horn of the einhorns gefa?. If that is mourning, mourning can be so upright, and a mourning dress in such a way concealed like this gr?chwarze velvet with the withered places. But still another celebration, anybody does not come is loaded to it. Expectation plays dabei>