[{"id": 161458, "created": "2022-06-06T17:50:11.229800", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74782, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-06-06T18:28:10.397007", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "Since the text starts and ends mid-sentence, the connections to the former and later pages may be a bit wonky.", "translation": "[...] stares speechlessly on the sweet, lively picture. But already her husband's arms had embraced her tightly.\r\n\"Once, she was my bliss\", he said; \"you be it now.\"\r\nShe nodded, but she was silent and gasped for air. Ah, this dead woman was still alive, and there was not enough space for the both of them in one house.\r\nAs before, when Nesi had been here, the mighty voice of a dog sounded from the big garden situated to the north.\r\nWith a soft hand, the young woman was led to the window facing it by her husband. \"Look down here, now\", he said.\r\nBelow, on the steps leading to the large lawn, a black Newfoundland dog was sitting; in front of him stood Nesi and drew a tighter and tighter circle around his nose with one of her black braids. Then the dog threw his head back and barked, and Nesi laughed and began the game anew.\r\nThe father, watching this childish play, also had to laugh; but the young woman at his side did not smile, and like a dreary cloud this passed over him. If she was the mother, he thought; aloud, however, he said: \"This is our Nero, you have to get to know him, Ines; he and Nesi are good comrades, and this beast even consents to being harnessed to her doll carriage.\"\r\nShe looked up to him. \"This is all so much here, Rudolf\", she said, absent-minded; \"if only I see through it all.\"\r\n\"Ines, you are dreaming. We and the child, the household is as small as possible.\"\r\n\"As possible?\" she repeated tonelessly, and her eyes followed the child who was now chasing around the lawn with the dog; and suddenly, looking up to her husband as if in fear, she slung her arms around his neck and pleaded: \"Hold me tight, help me. I feel so heavy at heart.\"\r\n\r\nWeeks, months had passed. - The fears of the young woman did not seem to become true; as if by itself, the domestic tasks were achieved under her hand. The servants gladly bowed to her both friendly and noble nature, and also those watching from the outside felt that now a woman equal to the landlord presided there. For the sharper-looking eyes of her husband, however, it was different; he only recognized too well that she dealt with the things in his house as if they were strange objects with which she had nothing to do but which she had to administer to all the more carefully as a diligent replacement. It could not appease the experienced man when, every once in a while, she rushed into his arms with a fierce ardency as if she had to assure herself that she belonged to him, and he to her.\r\nCloser relations to Nesi had not formed as well. An inner voice - of love and wisdom - ordered the young woman to speak to the child of her mother whom she remembered so lively since the stepmother had entered the house, so pertinaciously. But - that was it exactly. The sweet picture that hung upstairs in er husband's room, - even her inner eyes avoided seeing it. Arguably, she had plucked up the courage; she had pulled the child towards her with both hands, but then she had grown silent; her lips had failed her, and Nesi, whose dark eyes had lightened up at such affectionate movements, had walked away sadly. For it was strange, she longed for the love of this beautiful woman; yes, like children do, she adored her silently. But she lacked the address that is key to every cordial conversation; the one thing - she felt - she must not, the other she could not say.\r\nInes also felt this last barrier, and since it seemed to be the one that could be removed easiest, her thoughts again and again returned to this point.\r\nSo one afternoon, she sat next to her husband in the livingroom and looked into the steam rising, singing softly, from the tea kettle.\r\nRudolf, who had just finished his paper, took her hand. \"You are so quiet, Ines; you did not disturb me once today.\"\r\n\"Indeed I would have to say something\", she said hesitantly, freeing her hand from his.\r\n\"So say it, then.\"\r\nBut she was silent for a while.\r\n\"Rudolf\", she finally said, \"let your child call me mother.\"\r\n\"And doesn't she do that?\"\r\nShe shook her head and told him what [had happened] at the day of her arrival."}}, {"id": 161973, "created": "2022-08-17T02:48:21.649956", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74782, "user_id": 138, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-08-17T03:41:49.464216", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "The last phrase in parentheses belongs behind whatever comes next on the next page.", "translation": "stared speechless at the sweet lively picture. But already her husband's arms had embraced her.\r\n\r\n\"She once was my fortune,\" he said; \"you shall be it now.\"\r\n\r\nShe nodded, but remained quiet and gasped for air.  Oh, this deceased was still alive, and there was not enough room for both of them in one house.\r\n\r\nAs previously, when Nesi had been here, sounded the powerful voice of a dog from  large garden located to the North.\r\n\r\nWith a gentle hand, the young woman was led to the window pointing in that direction. \"Look down this way\", he said.\r\n\r\nBelow on the trail, which ran around the extensive lawn, sat a big black Newfoundland; in front of him stood Nesi and drew increasingly smaller circles around its nose with one of her black plaits. Then the dog threw back its head and barked, and Nesi laughed and started the game from the beginning.\r\n\r\nThe father, who was watching these childish ongoings, had to smile; but the young woman at his side did not smile, and like an opaque cloud it drew across him. If it was the mother, he thought; but out loud, he said: \"This is our Nero, you have to meet him, Ines; him and Nesi are good comrades, the beast even lets her harness him in front of her doll buggy.\"\r\n\r\nShe looked up to him. \"There is so much here, Rudolf,\" she said absentmindedly; if I could only find through it all.\"\r\n\r\n\"Ines, you are dreaming. We and the child, the household is as small as possible.\"\r\n\r\n\"As possible?\" she repeated tonelessly, and her eyes were following the child, who now chased around the dog across the lawn; then suddenly, looking up to her husband as if scared, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pleaded: \"Hold me tight, help me. I am feeling so heavy.\"\r\n\r\n\r\nWeeks, months had passed. - The young woman's apprehensions did not seem to come to pass; like on its own, the household flourished under her hand. The servants gladly followed her simultaneously friendly and distinguished manner, and similarly people who approached from the outside felt, that there was again a woman matching the head of the household at work on the inside. To the sharper eyes of her husband however, it seemed differently; he recognized full well, that she treated the things in his house like foreign, like she had no part in them, but like she had to treat them most carefully like a conscientious steward. It could not calm the experienced man, when she occasionally pushed into his arms with fierce ardency, as if she had to assure herself, the she belonged to him, and he to her.\r\n\r\nNeither had there formed a closer relationship to Nesi. An inner voice - of love and of wisdom - bade the young woman to speak with the child of her mother, of whom she preserved lively memories more insistently, since the arrival of the stepmother at the home.  But - that was the point. The sweet picture, which hung upstairs in her husband's room, - even her inner eye avoided its sight. Several times, she had collected her courage and pulled the child towards her with both hands, but then she had fallen silent; her lips had refused to serve her, and Nesi, whose dark eyes had lit up happily on these heartfelt occasions, had left again sadly. Because strangle, she longed for the love of this beautiful woman; yes, like children do, she even adored her silently. But she lacked the approach, which is the key of every affectionate conversation; one thing - it seemed to her - she was not allowed say, the other one she could not.\r\n\r\nInes also felt this latter obstacle, and as it seemed the easiest to remove, her thought returned to this point again and again.\r\n\r\nSo she sat one afternoon, next to her husband in the living room and glanced into the steam, which rose from the silently singing tea machine.\r\n\r\nRudolf, who had just finished reading his newspaper, grasped her hand. \"You are so silent, Ines; you have not interrupted me a single time today.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well, I would have something to say,\" she replied hesitantly while pulling her hand out of his.\r\n\r\n\"So say it.\"\r\n\r\nBut she remained silent a little longer.\r\n\r\n\"Rudolf,\" she said finally, \"let your child call me mother.\"\r\n\r\n\"And she does not do that?\"\r\n\r\nShe shook her head and told him, what (on the day of her arrival)"}}]