[{"id": 161471, "created": "2022-06-08T13:17:30.197024", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74784, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-06-08T13:54:32.887551", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "There is no real good way to translate \"holdselig\"; literally, it means something like \"graceful-blissful\" or \"graceful-blessed\".", "translation": "[...] which stood around awe-inspiring with their innumerous books. After she had hesitantly pushed the door shut behind her, from a window to her left the mighty barking of a dog sounded. A smile flew over the child's serious features; she quickly stepped to the window and looked outside. Below, the large garden of the house spread in wide lawn and shrubbery parts; but her four-legged friend seemed to already have taken different paths; as much as she peeked, nothing could be seen. And like a shadow it fell again over the child's face; she had come for something different; what should she care about Nero now.\r\nTowards the west, opposite of the door through which she had entered, the room had a second window. On the wall next to it, placed so that the light helped the person sitting there, a large desk was set with the whole apparatus of a learned scholar of ancient history; bronze objects and terracottas from Rome and Greece, small models of antique temples and houses and other things risen from the rubble of the past almost completely filled the top part. Above it, however, as if rising from blue spring air, hung the life-sized portrait of a young woman; like a crown of youth, the gold-blond braids lay on her clear brow. - \"Graceful\", her friends hat searched out this outdated word for her; - once, when she had greeted, with a smile, those entering, standing on the threshold of the house. - And like this she still looked down in her portrait from the wall with her blue child eyes; only around the mouth was some wistfulness which had not been there when she had been alive. The painter had been scolded for this presently; later, when she had died, it seemed to be alright for everyone.\r\nThe small black-haired girl stepped quietly closer; her eyes were set on the beautiful image with passionate ardency.\r\n\"Mother, my mother\", she whispered, but in a fashion as if she wanted to urge towards her with the words.\r\nThe beautiful face looked, as before, lifelessly from the wall; but she climbed, swift as a cat, above the armchair set in front of it onto the desk and now stood in front of the picture, with defiantly pouting lips while her trembling hands tried to fasten the stolen rose behind the lower ridge of the golden frame. When she had succeeded, she quickly retreated and carefully wiped the traces of her little feet from the table-top with her handkerchief.\r\nBut it was as if she could not find her way out of the room she had entered so timidly before; after she had already taken some steps towards the door, she turned back again, the western window next to the desk seemed to draw her.\r\nHere as well lay a garden below, or rather: a garden wilderness. The space, however, was small; because where it was not obscured by the sprawling shrubbery, the high enclosing wall was visible from all sides. On it, opposite to the window, an open reed hut was set, apparently in a state of decay; in front of it, almost covered by the green web of a clematis, stood a garden chair. Opposite to the hut had to have been a section of high-stemmed roses; but now they hung like withered brushwood on the colourless plants, with cabbage-roses covered with innumerous roses spread their falling leaves on grass and weeds.\r\nThe little one had set her arms on the window-sill and her chin in her hands and looked down longingly.\r\nBelow, two swallows flew in and out of the reed hut; probably they had built their nest in it. The other birds had already went to rest; only a robin sang heartily from the highest bough of the faded golden shower and looked at the child with its black eyes. -\r\n\"Nesi, now where are you hiding?\" said the old voice calmly, a hand settling lovingly on the child's head. The old servant-woman had entered unnoticed. The child turned her head and looked at her with a tired expression. \"Anne\", she said, \"if only I was allowed once more to go into grandmother's garden.\"\r\nThe old woman did not reply to this; she just pressed her lips together and nodded several times as if she agreed. \"Come, come\", she said then. \"How do you look like. Soon they will be here, your father and your new mother.\"\r\nWith this she pulled the child into her arms and and stroked and plucked at her clothes. - \"No, no, little Nesi. You may not cry; she is supposed to be a good lady, and beautiful, Nesi; and you like looking at beautiful people.\"\r\nIn this moment, the rattling of a wagon sounded from the street [...]"}}]