[{"id": 161470, "created": "2022-06-08T08:57:13.625262", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74783, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-06-08T09:29:49.956254", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "[...] up. The child flinched; the old woman, however, took her by the hand and pulled her quickly out of the room with her. - They were still early enough to see the wagon pull up; the two maids had already opened the door. - \r\n- The old servant's word seemed to come true. A young beautiful woman was lifted from the wagon by a man of about forty in whose serious facial features Nesi's father could be easily recognized. Her hair and her eyes were almost as dark as the child's whose step-mother she had become; yes, one would have taken her to be the mother in a fleeting glance if she had not been too young. She greeted them friendly while her eyes looked around searchingly; but her husband led her quickly into the house and the downstairs room where she was greeted by the scent of fresh roses.\r\n\"Here we will live together\", he said, pressing her down into a soft armchair, \"do not leave this room without having found first peace in your new home.\"\r\nShe looked up at him intimately. \"But you - will you not stay with me?\"\r\n\"I will bring you the best of our house's treasures.\"\r\n\"Yes, yes, Rudolf, your Agnes. Where has she been before?\"\r\nHe had already left the room. The father's eyes had not escaped that Nesi had stayed hidden behind old Anne at their arrival; now, that he found her standing outside in the hallway like lost, he lifted her up on both arms and carried her thus into the room.\r\n\"And here, you have Nesi\", he said and laid the child at her beautiful step-mother's feet on the carpet; then, as if he had something more important to do, he went outside; he wanted to let the two find one another alone.\r\nNesi slowly arose and now stood silently in front of the young woman; both looked into each other's eyes insecurely and testingly. The latter who may have taken a friendlier concession for granted, finally took the girl's hands and earnestly said: \"You do know that now I will be your mother, let us love one another, Agnes.\"\r\nNesi looked away.\r\n\"But may I call you mama?\" she asked shyly.\r\n\"Sure, Agnes; say what you please, mama or mother, as you like.\"\r\nThe child looked at her embarrassed and answered anxiously: \"I could well call you mama.\"\r\nThe young woman glanced on her quickly and set her dark eyes on the even darker ones of the child. \"Mama; but not mother?\" she asked.\r\n\"But my mother is dead\", Nesi said quietly.\r\nIn an involuntary movement, the young woman's hands pushed back the child; but she pulled her back immediately and fiercly to ther chest.\r\n\"Nesi\", she said, \"mother and mama means the same.\"\r\nBut Nesi did not reply; she had always called the deceased mother.\r\n- The conversation was over. The home owner had returned, and since he found his little daughter in his young wife's arms, he smiled contently.\r\n\"But now come\", he said cheerfully, reaching for the latter's hand, \"and take posession of all the rooms in the house as mistress.\"\r\nAnd they went together, through the rooms of the lower floor, through the kitchen and the cellar, then up the broad staircase into a large hall and into the smaller rooms and chambers opening on both sides of the stairs on the corridor.\r\nThe evening already darkened; the young woman hung heavier and heavier on her husband's arm, it was almost as if, with every door, a new burden was loaded onto her shoulders; his cheerful words were answered more and more monosyllabically. Finally, when they stood in front of the door of his study, he was also silent and lifted her head up that was resting quietly on his shoulder.\r\n\"What is it, Ines?\" he said, \"you are not happy.\"\r\n\"Oh yes, I am happy.\" - \"So come.\"\r\nWhen he had opened the door, a mild light shone towards them. Through the western window, the glow of the evening light shone golden from beyond the bushes of the small garden. - In this light, the beautiful image of the deceased woman looked down from the wall; below it, on the pale gold of the frame, lay the fresh rose, as if glowing.\r\nInvoluntarily, the young woman reached for her heart and [...]"}}, {"id": 165159, "created": "2025-01-28T19:34:59.544204", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74783, "user_id": 2505, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2025-01-28T19:35:07.038730", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "up. The child flinched but the old one took her hand and pulled her along out of the room.  They arrived just in time to see the vehicle pull up; the two maids had already thrown the door of the house open.\r\n\r\nThe words of the old servant seemed to turn out true. An about 40 year old man, in whose serious countenance one could easily recognize Nesi's father, lifted a young, beautiful woman out of the car. Her hair and her eyes were about as dark as the child's, whose stepmother she had become; indeed one could have taken her for the right one, had she not been too young for that. She uttered a friendly greeting, while her eyes moved around like searching for something; but her husband led her quickly into the house and into the lower chamber, where she was received by the fresh scent of roses.\r\n\r\n\"Here we will live together,\" he said while pressing her down into a soft armchair, \"do not leave this room before finding your first respite in your new home.\"\r\n\r\nShe looked longingly up to him. \"But you - don't you want to stay with me?\"\r\n\r\n\"I will get you the best of the treasures of our house.\"\r\n\r\n\"Yes, yes, Rudolf, your Agnes. Where was she back then?\"\r\n\r\nHe had already left the room. The father's eyes had not missed that at their arrival, Nesi had kept hidden behind old Anne; now, that he found her standing lost in the hallway, he lifted her up with both arms and carried her like that into the room.\r\n\r\n\"And here you have Nesi,\" he said and laid her down at the pretty stepmother's feet onto the carpet; then, like he had an errand to run, he left; he wanted to let the two find each other by themselves. \r\n\r\nNesi got up slowly and then stood silently before the young woman; both glanced unsure and probing at each other's eyes. The latter, having probably expected a more friendly approach as a given, finally took the girl's hands and said seriously: \"But you know that I am now your mother; we want to care about each other, Agnes.\"\r\n\r\nNesi looked to the side.\r\n\r\n\"But I may call you Mama?\", she asked timidly.\r\n\r\n\"Certainly, Agnes; call me what you like: Mama or Mother, as you please.\"\r\n\r\nThe child looked up at her with some embarrassment and replied  anxiously: \" I could well call you Mama\".\r\n\r\nThe young woman cast a quick glance at her and attached her dark eyes to the girl's even darker ones.  \" Mama, but not Mother?\" she asked.\r\n\r\n\"But my mother is dead.\", Nesi said quietly.\r\n\r\nWith an inadvertent move, the young woman's hands pushed back the child; but then immediately pulled her back onto her bosom.\r\n\r\n\"Nesi,\" she said, \"but Mother and Mama are the same.\"\r\n\r\nBut Nesi did not reply, she had always called the deceased Mother.\r\n\r\nThe conversation was finished. The man of the household had re-entered the room and now, that he saw his little daughter in the arms of his young wife, he smiled contently.\r\n\r\n\"But come now\", he said pleasantly while reaching out his hand towards the latter, \"and take possession of all the rooms in this house as their lady.\"\r\n\r\nAnd they departed , walking through the rooms of the lower house, through the kitchen and cellar, then up the wide stairs to the large hall and the smaller chambers and cubicles, which led off the corridor on both sides of the stairs. \r\n\r\nThe dimming of the evening already approached; the young hung ever heavier off her husband's arm. It was almost, like every  door opening in front of her discharged an additional load onto her shoulders. His happily streaming words elicited ever curter responses. Finally, as they came to stand in front of the door leading to his study, he also fell silent and lifted her beautiful head up towards him, which leaned mute against his shoulders.\r\n\r\n\"What is it, Ines?\" he said, \"you are not delighted/\"\r\n\r\n\"Oh yes, I am happy.\" - 'So come on.\"\r\n\r\nAs he opened the door, a mild light shone towards them. Through the westward window, the gold of the setting sun, which stood across the bushes of a small garden.  - In this light, the beautiful image of the deceased looked down from the wall; below it on the matte gold of the frame lay, like radiating, the fresh rose.\r\nThe young woman inadvertently reached with her hand towards her heart and"}}]