by Wilhelm Hauff (1802-1827)
A ls Peter on Monday morning went to his glass works not only his workers were there, but other people you do not like to see, namely the mayor and three bailiffs. The magistrate wish Peter good morning, asked how he slept, and then pulled out a long register, it was Peters listed creditors. "Can you pay or not?" asked the magistrate with a stern look. "And it's only briefly, because I did not miss too much time, and in the tower there are three good hours." As despondent Peter confessed that he had nothing left, and left it to the bailiff, house and home, cottage and barn, wagons and horses to appreciate. And walked around the officers and the magistrate and examined and appreciated, he thought, to the pine wood's is not far - I have not helped the little boy, I will try it again with the Great! He ran to the pine forest as fast as if the officers were on his heels. It seemed to him as he ran past the spot where he had first spoken little man, the glass, hold it as an invisible hand on. But he broke free and ran on to the border, which he had earlier noticed well, and the moment he, almost breathless, "Dutch Michael Mr Dutch Michael!" called, and there stood the huge raft of him.
A ls Peter on Monday morning went to his glass works not only his workers were there, but other people you do not like to see, namely the mayor and three bailiffs. The magistrate wish Peter good morning, asked how he slept, and then pulled out a long register, it was Peters listed creditors. "Can you pay or not?" asked the magistrate with a stern look. "And it's only briefly, because I did not miss too much time, and in the tower there are three good hours." As despondent Peter confessed that he had nothing left, and left it to the bailiff, house and home, cottage and barn, wagons and horses to appreciate. And walked around the officers and the magistrate and examined and appreciated, he thought, to the pine wood's is not far - I have not helped the little boy, I will try it again with the Great! He ran to the pine forest as fast as if the officers were on his heels. It seemed to him as he ran past the spot where he had first spoken little man, the glass, hold it as an invisible hand on. But he broke free and ran on to the border, which he had earlier noticed well, and the moment he, almost breathless, "Dutch Michael Mr Dutch Michael!" called, and there stood the huge raft of him.
"K ommst you?" said this laughing. "Did you remove the skin and sell your creditors will now be quiet your whole misery is -? Said -. From the little Glass-man, her of the bigot But come," he continued, turning towards the forest, "follow me in my house where we will see if we are in agreement."
"H andel agree?" Peter thought. "What can he ask me what I can negotiate to serve him want me around him - or what he wants" They first went up a steep forest trail and were then suddenly in a dark, precipitous gorge. Dutch Michael jumped down the rock as if it were a soft marble staircase. But soon Peter would have fallen into a swoon, for had arrived as those below, he made himself as big as a church steeple and held out his arm, as long as a weaver's beam, and a hand out as wide as the table in the pub - and cried with a voice that sounded like a death knell up: "Just sit on my hand and stick to your fingers, so you will not fall! "Peter did trembling, like the one ordered, took place on the hand and held onto the thumb of the giant.
e r went down far and deep , but it was to Peter's surprise not dim. On the contrary, the daylight even seemed to increase in the gorge, but he was long in the eyes can not stomach. The Dutch Michael had the further coming down Peter, made smaller again and stood in its earlier form in front of a house so small or good, as there are rich farmers in the Black Forest. The room, while Peter was out, differed in nothing from the offices of other people than by that she seemed lonely.
D ie wooden wall clock, the enormous fireplace, the large banks, the equipment on the cornices were here as everywhere. Michel showed him a spot behind the large table, then went out and soon returned with a jug of wine and glasses. He poured one, and now they talked, and Dutch-Michel spoke of the pleasures of the world, from foreign lands, beautiful cities and rivers that Peter - great longing to get at the end - this also openly told the Dutch.
"W hen you throughout the body and courage Power to do something, looking, as can a few strokes to make up the stupid heart tremble. And then the insults the honor of the disaster for what should a reasonable guy worry about such things? Got it in my head felt when you recently called a cheat and a bad guy? Does it hurt you in the stomach, as the bailiff came up to throw out of the house? What to say, what has hurt you? "
" M a heart, "said Peter, as he pressed his hand on his throbbing breast. For it seemed as if his heart is anxious turned back and forth.
"D have u - do not take it amiss - you've thrown away hundreds of florins to poor beggars and other thieves, what are you good? They gave you sure you want blessing and a healthy body, yes - why did you become healthier? To'd squandered half the money you get a doctor can. Blessings - yes, a beautiful blessing, when you seized and expelled! And what was it that drove you to reach into the bag as soon as a beggar held out his tattered hat? Your heart, your heart again - and not your eyes or your tongue, your arms or your legs, but your heart! You are you - as you rightly said - too much to heart taken. "
" A about how you can get into the habit because it is not so? I give my now best to suppress it, but my heart beats and it hurts me! "
" D u sure "that cried with laughter," you poor wretch not help it! But give me the hard throbbing thing, and you will see how well you do it. "
" E uch my heart? "Peter screamed in horror," I ought to have been killed on the spot ! Never! "
" J a, if you would operate one of your men surgeons heart out, you had to die as well. For me, that's another thing. Come in and see for yourself! "He got up at these words, opened a bedroom door, and brought in Peter. His heart convulsively as he stepped over the threshold, but he ignored it, for the sight, which offered him was strange and surprising. On several ledges of wood were jars filled with clear fluid, and in each of these glasses was a heart. Also glued were at the glass sheet and name written on it, the Peter curious read was. Since the heart of the mayor, the Heart of the thick Ezekiel, the heart of the dance floor king, the heart of the forester. There were six heart of Kornwucherern, eight officers of advertising, three of money lenders - in short, it was a collection of the most hearts in the vicinity of twenty hours.
"S chau!" Dutch Michael said, "these have thrown away all of life fears and worries. None of these heart beats more anxious and worried, and their former owners are comfortable about it, that they have troubled the host of the house!"
"A about what they wear because it now in the chest?" asked Peter, did this cheat all he saw, almost.
"D ies" he answered, handing him a drawer from a heart of stone.
"S o?" he replied, and could a show that he did not escape through the skin. "A heart of marble stone? But listen again, Mr Dutchman-Michel, which must still be cold even in the chest!"
"F Reilly, but very cool. Why should one be warm heart? In the winter you use is the heat anything, since use is a good cherry spirit more than a warm Heart, and in the summer when everything is hot and humid - you would not believe how cool it such a heart. And - as I said -.? No fear or terror, neither pity nor other foolish sorrow knocks at such a heart "
is U nd that's all you can give me," said Peter angrily. " I was hoping for money, and will you give me a stone! "
" N a, I think, a hundred thousand guilders you had enough for now! If you use it cleverly, you can soon become a millionaire. "
" H underttausend? " Keller said the poor happy. "Well, not so fierce pounding in my chest, we will soon be completed together. Well, Michel Give! Me the stone and the money and the balance you can take out of my body!"
"I thought ch it yet, you're a reasonable fellow," the Dutchman replied with a friendly smile, "Come, let's drink another, and then I will pay the money."
S o put them back into the room to the wine, drank and drank again, until Peter fell into a deep sleep.
K ohlenmunk-Peter awoke with cheerful blare of a post horn, and lo and behold - he was sitting in a nice car, drove to a wide road there, and when he leaned out of the car, he saw in the blue distance are behind the Black Forest . At first he did not want to believe that it was he himself who sit in this car. Even his clothes were not the same he had worn yesterday. But he remembered it at all so clear that he finally gave up his meditation and said: "The Kohlenmunk-Peter I am, this is certain - and no other!"
e r surprised at himself that he did not was sad, as he now for the first time in the quiet home in the woods, where he had lived so long, took off. Not even when he thought of his mother, who now probably sitting helpless and in misery, he was able to squeeze a tear from her eye, or even sigh - for he was all so indifferent. "Oh, of course," he said, "tears and sighs, homesickness and nostalgia are indeed from the heart, and my thanks to the Dutch Michael as cold as stone."
e r put his hand on his chest, and it was very quiet there, nothing moved. "If he and the hundreds of thousands of words was as good as with the heart, so is It pleased me, "he said and began to investigate his car. He found pieces of clothing of all kinds, as he could wish for, but no money. At last he found a bag and took thousands of dollars in gold and notes on trading houses in all major cities. "Now I've got it, as I wanted," he thought, sat comfortably in the corner of the car and drove into the wide world.
... To be continued ...
... To be continued ...
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