[{"id": 135450, "created": "2020-01-16T21:07:29.350295", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74779, "user_id": 138, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2020-01-16T21:08:16.738770", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "I took some liberty on the last sentence. Morgenfruehe (earliness of morning) does not really work in English.", "translation": "opened the room, where Nesi slept with old Anne, and in which she was already expecting her. He kissed her and said: \" I will bid mom a good night on your behalf.\" Then he wanted to go down to his wife; but he turned around and entered his study at the end of the corridor.\r\n\r\nOn the desk shelf stood a small bronze lamp from Pompeii, which he had only recently acquired and as an experiment had filled with oil; he took it down, lit it and put it back in its place, below the picture of the deceased; putting beside it a glass filled with flowers, which had stood on the desk top. He did this almost without thought; just like he had to find something to do for his hands, while it churned inside his head and his heart. Then he stepped right next to it to the window and opened both its wings.\r\n\r\nThe sky was full of clouds; the moonlight could not reach down. Down in the small garden lay the rampantly growing brush like a dark mass; only where the path lead to the reed hut between the pyramid-shaped Conifers, the white gravel shone in between.\r\n\r\nAnd from the fantasy of the man, who glanced down into this desolation, stepped a lovely figure, who did no longer belong among the living; he saw her walking down on the path, and it seemed to him like he was walking at her side.\r\n\r\n\"Let your memory reinforce my love,\" he spoke; but the deceased did not respond, she held the beautiful, pale head inclined towards the ground; he sensed her presence with a sweet shudder, but no words came from her.\r\n\r\nThen he became aware, that he was standing up here all alone. He believed the full earnestness of death; the time, where she had been, was over. - But under him lay still as then her parents' garden; looking from his books through the window, he had first lain sight on the fifteen year old girl; and the child with the blond braids had taken away the serious man's thoughts; ever more so, until she had as a woman step across the threshold of his house and had brought back to him everything and more. - Years of happiness and joyful work had moved in with her; but they had kept the small garden and joined it with the large garden of their house through a gate in the garden wall, when her parents had died early, and the house was sold. Even back then, this gate had been already almost hidden below hanging bushes, which they left to grow unhindered; because they went through this one into the most intimate spot of their summer life, to which even friends of the house were only rarely admitted. - In the reed hut, on which he had eavesdropped from his window, listening to the young loved one over her homework; now sat a child with dark, pensive eyes at the blond mother's feet; and when he now turned his head from his work, he could set his sight on the fullest happiness of human life. - But stealthily death had thrown his grain in. It was in the first days of a moon of June, when they carried the bed of the gravely ill from the adjacent sleeping chamber into her husband's study; she still wanted the air around her, which blew in through the open window from the garden of their happiness. The big desk was moved aside; his thoughts were now all with her. - Outside had blossomed a most incredible spring; a cherry tree stood snowed in with blossoms. With unintended urge he lifted the lithe figure from the pillows and carried her to the window. \"Oh, see it one more time, how beautiful the world is.\"\r\n\r\nBut she lightly rocked her head and said: \"I do not see it anymore.\" -\r\n\r\nAnd soon it came, when he no longer had to divine the whispers breaking forth from her mouth. Ever weaker shone the spark; only a painful twitch still moved her lips, hard and moaning went her breath fighting for her life. But it became silent; ever more silent, at the end sweetly like the hum of a bee. Then once more it seemed like a blue ray of light walked through the open eyes, and then was peace.\r\n\r\n\"Good night, Marie.\" - But she did not hear it anymore.\r\n\r\n- One more day, and the silent, noble figure lay in its coffin down in the large, shadowy chamber. The servants of the house stepped gingerly; inside he stood beside his child, which held the hand of old Anne.\r\n\r\n\"Nesi,\" that one said, \"you are not afraid, are you?\"\r\n\r\nAnd the child, inspired by the majesty of death, responded: \"No, Anne, I am praying.\"\r\n\r\nThen came the very final walk, which he was granted to take with her; in both their intent, without priest or tolling bells, but in the holy break of dawn, the first larks rose up in the air.\r\n\r\nTo be continued."}}, {"id": 161398, "created": "2022-05-31T12:27:00.795600", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74779, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-05-31T13:07:44.981106", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "[...] opened the room where Nesi slept with old Anne and where she was already expected hy her. He kissed her and said: \"I will tell Mama good night from you.\" Then he wanted to go downstairs to his wife; but he turned back and went to the end of the corridor into his study.\r\nA small bronze lamp from Pompeii which he had only recently bought and tentatively filled with oil stood on the top part pf the desk; he took it down, lighted it and set it back on its place under the image of the deceased; beside it, he set a glass with flowers which had been standing on the tabletop. He did all this almost without any thoughts; just as if he had to give his hands something to do while his head and heart were working. Then, he stepped to the window close by and opened both wings.\r\nThe sky was full of clouds; the light of the moon could not reach down. Below, in the small garden, the sprawling shrubs lay like a dark mass; only where the track led to the reed hut between black pyramid-shaped conifers, the white gravel shone through.\r\nAnd from the man's fantasy who looked down into this loneliness emerged a lovely figure who did not belong to the living anymore; he saw her walking down below on the track, and it seemed to him as if he were walking by her side.\r\n\"Let your memory strengthen my love\", he said; but the deceased did not answer, she held her beautiful pale head bowed down towards the earth; he felt her closeness with a great shudder, but no words came from her.\r\nIt was then that he realized he was standing above all alone. He believed in the full gravity of death; the time when she had been here was over. - But below him lay her parents' garden like before; glancing from his books through the window, he had first seen the girl, barely fifteen years old; and the child with her blonde braids had taken the austere man's thoughts away, more and more, until she had finally, as a woman, stepped over the threshold of his house and brought it all back to him, and more. - \r\nYears of happiness and joyous work had moved in with her; however, they had kept the little garden after her parents had died early and the house had been sold, and they had connected it to the large garden of their house with a gate in the bordering wall. This gate was almost hidden at that time already under hanging shrubs which they let grow unhindered; for they passed through them into the coziest place of their summer life, where even friends were only invited rarely. In the reed hut, from whose window he had once eavesdropped on his youthful lover sitting over her schoolwork, now sat a child with dark, thoughtful eyes at the feet of a blonde mother; and when he lifted his head from his work, it was to see the fullest luck of a human life. - But secretly, Death had already thrown his seed. It was in the first days of June when the bed of the heavily diseased was carried from the neighbouring sleeping chamber into the study of her husband, she wanted to have the air around her that wafted from their garden of luck through the open window. The large desk had been set aside; his thoughts were all with her now, only. - Outside, a matchless spring had begun; a cherry tree stood there, with blossoms like snow. With an involuntary urge, he lifted the light body from the pillows and carried her to the window. \"Oh, just look one more time. How beautiful the world is.\"\r\nBut she weighed her head silently and said: \"I can't see it anymore\". -\r\nAnd soon it came, that he did not have to interpret the whispering coming from her mouth any more. Weaker and weaker, the spark glowed; only a painful twitch moved her lips, her breath went hard and moaning, fighting for life. But it became more and more silent, finally sweet like bees' buzzing. Then it was once more as if a blue beam of light shone through her open eyes; and then, all was peace.\r\n\"Good night, Marie.\" - But she did not hear it anymore.\r\n- Another day, and her still, noble frame lay below in the large, dusky chamber in her coffin. The servants of the house treaded lightly; inside, he stood next to his child whose hand was held by old Anne.\r\n\"Nesi\", she said, \"you are not afraid, are you?\"\r\nAnd the child, touched by the dignity of death, replied: \"No, Anne, I am praying.\"\r\nThen, the last way which was granted to him to walk with her came; in accordance to both of them, without priests or the sound of bells, but in the holy morning earliness, with the first larks rising in the air.\r\nTo be continued."}}]