E drove r two years about the world and looked out of his car to the left and right houses looked up, when he stopped at nothing but the sign of his inn, then ran around in the city and was shown the most beautiful sights. But it pleased him nothing, no picture, no house, no music, no dancing. His heart of stone took no part, and his eyes, his ears were numb for everything beautiful. Nothing was left him more than the joy of food and drink and sleep, so he was living by traveling through the world without end, fed to his conversation and went out of boredom. Here and there, but he remembered that he had been cheerful and happy when he was poor and had to work to earn a living. As he had every beautiful views of the valley, it had amused music and song, as it had for hours on the simple fare that earned him the mother got to the pile. If he thought so, the past, so it was quite strange to him that he could not even laugh now - and otherwise he had laughed at the little joke. When others laughed, he twisted his mouth just out of courtesy, but his heart smiled not. He felt then that he was very quiet, but happy he was not. It was not homesickness or nostalgia, but boredom, tedium, joyless life, which finally drove him back home.
A he ls of Strasbourg over went and saw the dark forest of his home when he first saw again those powerful figures, those friendly, loyal faces of the Black Forest, when his ear the native sounds - heavy deep, but well-sounding - heard, but he felt soon after his own heart. Because his blood surged stronger, and he believed he would be glad and would cry at the same time, but how could he be so foolish - he had a heart of stone!
S a first step was the Dutch Michael received him with age-friendliness. "Michel," he said to him, traveled "I am now and have seen everything. But is all just nonsense, and I had just boredom. Head, your stone thing that I carry in the chest, protect me from many a while . I fret never'm never sad, but I am never, and I feel as if I was living only half your Can the heart of stone not make a bit of moving or -.? give me prefer my old heart I had! me Twenty-five years used to it and even if it sometimes made a stupid prank, it was still alive and a cheerful heart. "
D he forest spirit laughed grimly and bitterly." If you 're dead , Peter Munk, "he replied," then it will not fail you. Then you shall again have your soft heart be stirred, and you can then feel what comes, joy or sorrow. But up here, it may not be yours. But, Peter! You are well traveled, but the way you lived, you could not help. Let's now somewhere in the forest down, build a house, marry, blowing your wealth around - it gave you only lack of work. Because you have been idle, you were bored and move now, everything on this innocent heart. "Peter saw that Michel was right when it came to the idleness, so she decided to get rich and richer. Michel gave him again a hundred thousand Gulden dismissed him as his good friend.
B ald was heard in the Black Forest with the myth, the Kohlenmunk-Peter or game Peter is back and even richer than before. It was even now as always . When he was at the begging, he was cast in the "sun" to the door, and as he is now on a Sunday afternoon, his first collection there was, shook They praised his hand, his horse, asked for his journey, and when he was playing with the big Ezekiel to hard dollars, he stood in respect as high as ever. He drove but now no longer the glass trade, but the timber trade, but only in appearance. His main business was to trade grain and money. Half the Black Forest was due unto him by and by. But he borrowed money from only ten percent or selling grain to the poor who could not pay equal to three times the value. With the bailiff he was now in close friendship, and when one Mr. Peter Munk is not paid on the day, rode the bailiff out with his servants, estimated house and home, sold it hastily, driving father, mother and child in the woods. At first this made the rich Peter some pain, because the poor beleaguered then seized tons of his door. The men begged for mercy, the women tried to soften the stony heart, and the children whined a little piece of bread. But when he had them a couple of butcher dogs bought, listened to music these cats - as he called it - soon. He whistled and rushed, and the beggars were flying apart screaming. Most complaints made him "the old woman." The mother was none other than the woman Munk, Peter. She was in distress and misery, as they had sold their house and yard, and her son when he returned rich, had not been looking after her. Since it was now sometimes old, weak and frail, with a stick in front of the house. They never ventured into it, for he had once driven away. But it hurt to have to live off the benefits of other people because you had your son can prepare a carefree retirement. But the cold heart was never touched by the sight of the pale, well-known traits of the pleading eyes of the withered, outstretched hand, from the frail figure.
M ürrisch he moved when she knocked on the door on Saturdays, publishes a Sechsbätzner, beat him in a paper and let him out of range by a servant. He heard her voice trembling, when they thanked him and wished that it might go well with him on earth. He heard coughing from the door creep, but he thought no more about it than that he had once spent six lump free.
M ürrisch he moved when she knocked on the door on Saturdays, publishes a Sechsbätzner, beat him in a paper and let him out of range by a servant. He heard her voice trembling, when they thanked him and wished that it might go well with him on earth. He heard coughing from the door creep, but he thought no more about it than that he had once spent six lump free.
E RURAL Peter came to marry the idea. He also knew that the entire Black Forest every father would like to give him his daughter. But should it was difficult in his choice because he wanted to praise his good fortune and even here his mind. So he rode around in the whole forest, looked here, looked there, and none of the beautiful Black Forest inside it seemed nice enough. Finally, after he all dance floors had been looking in vain for the most beautiful, he heard one day, the most beautiful and virtuous in the entire forest was of a poor woodcutter's daughter. They still live and of itself, skilled and diligent Obtain her father's house, and be never seen on the dance floor, not even at Pentecost or fair. When Peter about this miracle of the Black Forest heard, he decided to advertise to them, and rode to the hut, which had called him. The father of the beautiful Lisbeth received the distinguished gentleman with wonder, and he was surprised even more when he heard that it was the rich man this is Peter and he wanted to be his son. He did not hesitate too long because he thought all his care and Poverty will have an end - told without asking the beautiful Elizabeth, and the dear child was so obedient that she was without question Mrs. Peter Munk.
A about it was the poor not as good as she had dreamed himself. She believed her household to understand that, but they could do nothing to thank Mr Peter. She had compassion for poor people, and since her marriage gentleman was rich, she thought it was not a sin, an old beggar a penny or a rich old man for a drink. But as Peter noticed this one day, he spoke with angry looks and rough voice, "Why do you verschleuderst my fortune in rags and Road runner? You did not bring into the house, give away that you could? With your father begging can not warm soup, and you throw out money like a princess! Once again, let catch up, and you shall feel my hand! "The beautiful Lisbeth cried in her room on the hard sense of her husband, and she often wished that he would rather be at home in her father's humble cottage, than with the rich but miserly to live hard-hearted Peter. Oh, she would have known that he had a heart of marble, and neither they nor any man could love, they probably would not have been surprised.
S o often but now under the door, sat and passed a beggar and took off his hat and took up his parable, they closed the eyes, not to see the misery, and she clenched her hand tighter, so that they not involuntarily in the pocket drive, a herauszulangen Kreuzerlein. So it happened that the beautiful Lisbeth was decried in the whole forest, and it was said that she is still stingy as Peter Munk. But one day his wife Elizabeth was again before the house and spun and hummed a little song to do so because she was gay, because it's nice weather, and Peter had ridden across the field. Because of the way a little old man comes, carrying a large, heavy bag, and she hears It gasp from afar. Taking part he watched his wife Elizabeth, and thought such a little old man should not be charging so hard. However staggered and gasped the little man approached, and when it was across from his wife Elizabeth, broke it in the bag together almost. "Oh, have mercy, woman, and just hands me a drink of water!" the little man. "I can not continue to waste away I have miserable."
"A about at your age you should not carry so heavy," said Lisbeth.
"J a, if not I would go messenger Poverty and half to eke out my life, "he replied." Oh, such a rich woman like you do not know how painful poverty and how well a fresh drink in this heat. "
A ls they heard this, she hurried into the house, a pitcher from the ledge and filled it with water. But when she returned and was only a few steps from him yet, and saw the little man, as is so miserable and stunted in the bag, sat because they felt intimate pity, considering that even her husband was not home, so she set the pitcher aside, took a cup, filled it with wine, put a good rye bread on it and took it to the ancients. "So, and a sip of wine you might get better than water, because you already are so old at all," she said. "But do not drink too fast and eat some bread too!" The little man looked at her in amazement, stood up to big tears in his old eyes. Drank it and then said: "I am old, but I have seen few people who were so kind and donate their gifts so beautiful and sweet as you know, wife Elizabeth, but it will also make you go pretty well on earth! - such a heart will not go unrewarded.
"N one - and the reward they will have on the spot!" cried a terrible voice, and as they looked around, it was Mr Peter with blood-red face.
"nd U even my best wine you pour out to beggars, and you give my cup to the lips of the road runner? Here, take your wages!" Wife Elizabeth fell to his feet and begged for forgiveness. But the stony heart knew no pity, he turned the whip he held in his hand and struck it with the handle of ebony so violently beautiful on the forehead, that she fell lifeless to the old man's arms. When Peter saw this, it was when he repented the fact, on the spot. He bent down to see if there was life in it, but the little man spoke with well-known voice, "Why even bother, coal-Peter is the most beautiful and loveliest flower was the Black Forest, but you crush it, and it will never bloom again."
D a more all the blood from Peter's cheeks, and he said: "So is it you, Mr. Treasurer Well, what's done is done, and it probably should come as I but hope you will not me in the court's murder. "
"E lender!" Glass said the little man. "What it would not help me if I am your mortal remains to the gallows bring? Not earthly courts are the ones you have to fear, but different and more stringent! Because you have sold your soul to the evil. "
" U nd I have sold my heart, "cried Peter," so nobody is to blame as you and your deceitful treasures! You treacherous spirit led me to destruction, driven me that I was looking at some other help, and on you is all the responsibility! "But no sooner had he said this, it grew and swelled the Glass-man and was so high and wide, and his eyes were as big as soup plates, and his mouth was like a heated oven, and flame sprayed resulting. Peter threw himself on his knees, and his heart of stone not protected him from having his limbs were shaking like a leaf. With vulture talons he grabbed the neck of the woods Spirit turned him, like whirlwind dry leaves, and threw him to the ground that it cracked all the ribs. "Earth Worm" he cried in a voice that rolled like thunder, "I could crush you if I wanted, for you have sinned against the Lord of the forest! But to this dead woman's sake, I was fed and watered, I'll give you eight day period. thou hast turned up not for the better, I will come and crush your bones, and are you going in your sins! "
E s was already evening when several men who passed by, the rich Peter Munk saw lying on the ground. She turned around and investigated whether there was breath in him, however long their searching was in vain. Finally he went to the house and brought a water and sprinkled him. As Peter took a deep breath, sighed and opened her eyes, looked around and asked a long time since then to wife Elizabeth - but no one had seen them. He thanked the men for their help, sneaked into his house and searched everywhere. But his wife Elizabeth was not in the basement or on the ground, and that which he had taken for a terrible dream, was bitter truth. And now as he was all alone, strange as it came Thoughts. He was afraid of nothing, because his heart was so cold - but when he thought of his wife's death, he his own demise came to mind and how it affects will go there - heavily burdened with tears of the poor, with thousands of curses that his heart could not be softened, with the misery of the poor, to which he had set his dogs, charged with the quiet despair of his mother, with the blood of the beautiful, good Lisbeth. And he could not even yet the old man, her father, give account if he came and asked, "Where is my daughter, your wife" W ie he wanted to give a different answer, all the forests, all lakes, and mountains are all - the life of the people?
E s tormented him at night in a dream, and every moment he woke up from a sweet voice called to him: "Peter, you created a warmer heart!" And if he was awake, but he quickly closed his eyes again. Because of the voice after it had to be his wife Elizabeth, cried to him this warning. The next day he went to the inn to divert his thoughts, and there he met with the thick Ezekiel. He sat down with him, they said this and that - by the beautiful weather, war, from the taxes and, finally, of death and how here and there one had died so quickly. Then said Peter thicknesses, because what he think about death and how it would be after. Ezekiel replied that they bury the body, the soul is either go to heaven or descend into hell.
"A lso buries one's heart, too?" asked Peter tense. "Why, of course, is also buried!"
"W hen but one no longer has his heart?" Peter continued.
E zechiel saw him terribly at the words. "What do you mean? Will you tease me? Do you think I have no heart?"
"O h, heart enough - as hard as stone, "said Peter
E zechiel saw him in surprise, looking around to see if it had heard no one, and then said." How do you know? ? Or maybe the beats yours no longer "
" P ochten not - at least not here in my chest. "Said Peter Munk," But tell me - because now you know what I mean - how it will go with our hearts? "
" W as you care this company? "Ezekiel said, laughing." Did life on earth so fully and that is enough. The is precisely the comfortable in our cold hearts, that we do not fear attacks on such thoughts. "
" W ohl true! But we think but this, and although I now know no fear, I know I guess we have, how much I was afraid of hell when I was a small, innocent boy. "
" N un - well it is not just us going. "said Ezekiel," Have times a schoolmaster then asked who told me that to be weighed after death the heart, how hard they had sinned. The slight rise, the heavy sink down, and I think, our stones will have a good weight. "
" A ch course, "replied Peter," and I am often even uncomfortable, that my heart is so listless and indifferent, if I such things think "
S o But they said the next night he heard five or six times the familiar voice whisper in his ear..! Peter Schaffer, you a warmer heart," He felt no remorse that he had killed her, but when he told the servants, his wife was away, he always thought this: "Where it may well be gone?" Six days he had so driven, and always at night he heard that voice, and he always thought of the forest spirit and terrible threat. But the seventh day he jumped from his bed and cried, "Well, I will see if I can create a warmer heart - because of the indifferent stone in my chest makes my life just boring and dull." He quickly pulled on his Sunday best, sat on his horse and rode to the pine wood.
I m pine forest where the trees were thick, was sitting on it, tied up his horse and walked with quick steps to the summit of the hill, and when he stood in front of the thick pine, he took up his parable :
D a little man came out from the glass, but not friendly and cozy as ever, but gloomy and sad. It had a little coat of black glass on, and a long black ribbons fluttered down from the hat, and Peter knew very well who they mourned.
"S chatzhauser in the green pine forest,
Are hundreds of years old,
is your all land where pine trees are,
Lets see you Sunday only children."
... Continued ...
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