[{"id": 135705, "created": "2020-03-25T17:52:26.484823", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74780, "user_id": 138, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2020-03-25T17:52:36.194203", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "\"You know the Mueller Quartet is playing tonight,\" he said; \"the Doctorspeople are there and want to warn us about sins of omission.\"\r\n\r\nWhen they had joined the guests in the chamber, a long, vivid conversation developed about music, then came domestic business, which still had to be taken care of. The desolate garden had been forgotten for the day.\r\n\r\n\r\nIn the evening, the concert happened. The great dead, Haydn and Mozart, had passed by the listeners, and just then ebbed away the last cords of Beethoven's Quartet in c-minor; and instead of a solemn silence, in which only the notes would glitter up and down, the chatter of the listeners rushing out rustled through the wide room.\r\n\r\nRudolf stood next to his young wife's chair. \"It is over, Ines\" he said, bending down towards her: \"or are you still hearing something?\"\r\n\r\nShe sat still like listening, her eyes directed towards the stage, on which now only stood the empty stands. Now she offered her husband her hand. \"Let us go home, Rudolf,\" she said getting up.\r\n\r\nAt the door, they were intercepted by their family physician and his wife, the only people Ines had so far gotten into closer contact.\r\n\r\n\"Now?\" said the doctor and nodded at them with an expression of innermost satisfaction.\"But come with us, it is on the way; after something like this, one has to sit together for a bit.\"\r\n\r\nRudolf was about to respond with cheerful agreement, when he felt himself tucked lightly at the sleeve, and saw his wife's eyes directed at him with an expression of urgent plea. He understood her well. \"I refer this decision to a higher authority,\" he said jokingly.\r\n\r\nAnd Ines had to unyieldingly put off the not so easily defeated doctor to another night.\r\n\r\nAs they had bid farewell to their friends at their house, she breathed in like liberated.\r\n\r\n\"What do you have against our good doctorspeople?\" asked Rudolf.\r\n\r\nShe pressed herself firmly into her husband's arm. \"Nothing\", she said; \"but it was so nice tonight; I have to be completely alone with you now.\"\r\n\r\nThey walked faster towards their house.\r\n\r\n\"Look there,\" he said, \"there is already light in the downstairs living room, our old Anne will already have set the tea table. You were right, at home, everything is better than at other peoples' after all.\"\r\n\r\nShe only nodded and squeezed his hand silently. - Then they entered their house, opened the living room door forcefully and pushed back the curtains.\r\n\r\nOn the table, where once had stood the vase with the roses, now burned a bronze lamp and illuminated a black-haired child's head, which asleep had sunk into the thin, tiny arms; from below protruded the corners of a picture  book.\r\n\r\nThe young women stood in the door like frozen; the child had completely vanished from the circle of her thoughts. A shadow of bitter disappointment flew around her beautiful lips. \"You, Nesi,\" she gasped when her husband had led her into the room completely. \"What are you still doing here?\"\r\n\r\nNesi awoke and jumped up. \"I wanted to wait for you,\" she said, while she half smilingly wiped her hand across her blinking eyes.\r\n\r\n\"That is not right of Anne. You should have been in bed for a long time.\"\r\n\r\nInes turned away and stepped to the window; she felt how tears welled up in her eyes. An inextricable mixture of bitter emotions churned in her breast, homesickness, self-pity, regret of the lack of love for her beloved husband's child; she did not know herself all that overwhelmed her now; but - with the urge and the unfairness of the pain, she told herself - that was it: her marriage lacked the youth, and she herself was still so young.\r\n\r\nAs she turned around, the room was empty. - Where was the beautiful hour she had looked forward to? - She did not consider, that she had chased it away herself.\r\n\r\n- The child, who had observed the for her incomprehensible event with almost scared eyes, had been led away silently by the father.\r\n\"Patience\", he said to himself, as he ascended the stairs with his arms wrapped around Nesi; and he also, in another sense, added: \"she is still so young.\"\r\n\r\nA sequence of thoughts and plans rose within him, mechanically"}}, {"id": 161399, "created": "2022-05-31T15:34:27.727971", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74780, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-05-31T16:10:11.273981", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "\"You know, the Mueller Quartet is playing this evening\", he said; \"the doctor people are here and want to warn us of sins of omissions.\"\r\nWhen they had entered the living-room where the guests were, a long and lively conversation about music developed; followed by domestic tasks that had to be taken care of. The desert garden was forgotten for today.\r\n\r\nIn the evening, the concert took place.- The great deceased, Haydn and Mozart, had passed by the listeners, and now also the last chord of Beethoven's c minor quartet faded away, and instead of the solemn silence in which only the sounds shone up and down, the chit-chat of the leaving listeners swept through the wide room.\r\nRudolf stood beside his young wife's chair. \"It is over, Ines\", he said, bowing down to her; \"or do you still here anything?\"\r\nShe sat as if still listening, her eyes set on the podium where only the empty stands remained. Now she took her husband's hand. \"Let us go home, Rudolf\", she said, rising.\r\nAt the door, they were held up by their family doctor and his wife, the only people with whom Ines had had closer relations until now. \r\n\"Well?\" the doctor said and nodded towards them with an expression of innermost satisfaction. \"But come with us, it is on the way; after something like this, one has to sit together for an hour or so.\"\r\nRudolf already wanted to reply with cheerful agreement when he felt he was being pulled softly at his sleeve and saw his wife's eyes set on him with an expression of urging pleading. He understood her well. \"I delegate the decision to the higher authority\", he said jokingly.\r\nAnd Ines adamantly knew how to put off the not-so-easy to defeat doctor to another evening.\r\nWhen they had said good-bye at the house of their friends, she breathed a sigh of relief, as if liberated.\r\n\"What do you have against our fine doctor people?\" asked Rudolf.\r\nShe pressed tightly against her husband's arm. \"Nothing\", she said; \"but it was so beautiful tonight; I have to be all alone with you now.\"\r\nThey walked faster towards their home. \r\n\"Look\", he said, \"the living-room downstairs is already lit, our old Anne will already have set the tea-table. You were right, it is better at home than with others.\"\r\nShe only nodded and silently pressed his hand. - Then they entered their home; lively, she opened the door to the living-room and pulled back the curtains.\r\nOn the table where once the vase with the roses had stood now burned a large bronze lamp and shed light on a black-haired child's head lying sleeping on her meager arms; the corners of a children's book only barely protruded under them. \r\nThe young woman stood as if frozen in the doorway; the child had been totally absent from her mind. A trace of bitter disappointment flew around her beautiful lips. \"You, Nesi\", she exclaimed when her husband had led her into the room completely. \"What are you still doing here?\"\r\nNesi awoke and jumped up. \"I wanted to wait for you\", she said, brushing her hand over her squinting eyes and laughing halfway.\r\n\"That is not right from Anne; you should have been in bed long ago.\"\r\nInes turned away and stepped to the window; she felt tears welling in her eyes. An inextricable mixture of bitter feelings stirred in her chest, homesickness, self-pity, remorse because of her lovelessness towards the child of her beloved husband; she herself did not know everything that now overcame her; but - and with the lust and the injustice of pain she told it to herself - that was it: her marriage lacked youth, although she herself was still so young.\r\nWhen she turned around, the room was empty. - Now where was the beautiful hour she had been looking forward to? - She did not think that she herself had chased it away.\r\n- The child who had looked upon the occurence it did not understand with almost frightened eyes had been quietly led away by her father.\r\n\"Patience\", he said to himself as he climbed the stairs together with Nesi, his arm around her; and he as well, but in a different sense, added: \"She is still so young.\"\r\nA chain of thoughts and plans came to him, mechanically [...]"}}]