[{"id": 49722, "created": "2015-04-02T13:49:25.483347", "project_id": 128, "task_id": 29248, "user_id": 877, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2015-04-02T13:49:25.483376", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "Gertrud's lips, as roughly they assaulted his ears now.  But the young men were all friendly towards him and one of them approached him, took his hand and said,\r\n\r\n[;] 'That is clever of you, Sir, that you want to stay with us - we lead a merry life and the time in between passes quickly enough.'\r\n\r\n[;] 'Which time in between?' asked Arnold, less amazed about the expression than the fellow's firm conviction that he was going to make this village his home.  'Are you thinking that I will come back here?'\r\n\r\n[;] 'And you want to leave again?' asked the young farmer quickly.\r\n\r\n[;] 'Tomorrow - yes  - or day over tomorrow - but I shall return.'\r\n\r\n[;] 'Tomorrow? - so?' laughed the young man - 'yes, that is alright - well, tomorrow we will talk more about it.  Now come so that I can show you our attractions, because if you want to leave again you will in the end not see them otherwise'.\r\n\r\n[;] The others were secretly laughing among themselves, the young farmer though took Arnold's hand and led him through the whole house which was filled with merry, noisy guests.  At first they passed through rooms with card-players, heaps of money in front of them, then they entered a bowling alley which was inlaid with light, gleaming stones.\r\n\r\n[;] In a third room round-about and other games were played and young girls ran laughing and singing  in and out, teasing the young fellows, until all of a sudden a  fanfare by the musicians gave the sign to begin the dancing and Gertrud now stood by his side holding his arm.\r\n\r\n[;] 'Come, we must not be the last,' said the lovely girl, 'because as the mayor's daughter I have to open the dancing.'\r\n\r\n[;] 'But what strange melody is that?' asked Arnold, 'I cannot follow the rhythm.'\r\n\r\n                                                                  6\r\n[;] 'It will work out,' smiled Gertrud; 'you will find your rhythm in the first five minutes and I will show you how.'\r\n\r\nCheering loudly everyone was rushing towards the dancing hall, except the card players, and Arnold overcome by the wonderful sensation of holding the beautiful girl in his arms forgot everything else.\r\n\r\n[;] Again and again he danced with Gertrud and no one else contested this, even though sometimes the other girls, flying past, teased him.\r\n\r\n[;] Only one thing he noticed and it disturbed him; next to the hall stood the old church and one could clearly hear the piercing, strident chimes of the cracked bell.  With the first stroke, however, it was as if a magician's wand had touched the dancing couples.\r\n\r\n[;] The music stopped in the middle of a tune, the merry dancers stood rooted on the spot, still and motionless and all were silently counting the slow, single strokes.\r\n\r\n[;] As soon as the last one had stopped, life and merry-making started anew.  Like this it was at eight, at nine, at ten o'clock and when Arnold wanted to ask about the peculiar conduct of the dancers, Gertrud put her finger to his lips looking so serious and sad that for nothing in the world he wanted to upset her more.\r\n\r\n[;] At ten o' clock the dancers had a break and the choir, who seem to have lungs of iron, preceded the young people into the dining hall.\r\n\r\n[;] There was much merry-making, wine was flowing and Arnold who did not want to be different from the others was calculating silently how much lighter this wasteful evening would make his modest purse.\r\n\r\n[;] Yet Gertrud was sitting next to him drinking out of the same glass as he, so how could he  dwell in his worries under these circumstances? - And if her Henry turned up tomorrow?\r\n\r\n[;] The first stroke of the eleventh hour sounded and again the loud rejoicing stopped, again the breathless listening to the slow strokes.  He felt a great dread; he was not sure himself why, and the thought of his mother at home went through his heart.  Slowly he lifted his glass and emptied it as a greeting to the far away loved ones.", "transcription": "na"}}, {"id": 49888, "created": "2015-04-06T16:54:35.060686", "project_id": 128, "task_id": 29248, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2015-04-06T16:54:35.060713", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "\"gescheut\": spelling mistake: should be \"gescheit\";\r\n\"streitit\": spelling mistake: should be \"streitig\";\r\n\"berruehrt\": spelling mistake: should be \"ber\u00fchrt\";\r\n\"Musikchor\": bad spelling, should be \"Musikcorps\";\r\n\"Glag\": spelling mistake, should be \"Glas\"", "translation": "\u2026 sounded, so roughly they sounded at his ear when voiced by others. But the young lads were friendly towards him, and one of them went to him, took him by the hand and said: \"That is wise of you, sir, that you will stay with us - we do lead a happy life here, and the meantime passes quick enough.\"\r\n\"What meantime?\" Arnold asked, less surprised about the word than about the lad's belief that he would make this village his home. \"You think that I will return here?\"\r\n\"And you want to leave again?\" the young farmer asked quickly.\r\n\"Tomorrow - yes - or the day after tomorrow - but I will return.\"\r\n\"Tomorrow? - So?\" the lad laughed - \"well, that is alright, we will be talking about it tomorrow then. Now come, so that I may show you our amusements, for if you want to leave again tomorrow, you might not see them all in the end.\"\r\nThe others laughed secretly among each other, but the young farmer took Arnold by the hand and led him around in the whole house, which was tightly crowded with happily swarming guests. First, they passed through rooms in which card players sat and had large piles of money heaped before them, then they entered a bowling alley which was laid out with brightly shining stones. In a third room, people played whirligig and other games, and the young girls ran about laughing and singing and teased the young lads, until all of a sudden the musicians, which had been playing merrily until now, played a flourish, which marked the beginning of the dance, and Gertrud now also stood at Arnold's side and took his arm.\r\n\"Come, we must not be last\", the beautiful girl said, \"for I as the sheriff's daughter have to open the dance.\"\r\n\"But what kind of strange melody is this?\" Arnold said, \"I am not able to find myself into this beat.\"\r\n\"You surely will succeed\", Gertrud smiled, \"in the first five minutes you will find yourself into it, and I will tell you how.\"\r\nLoudly jubilating, everybody except the card players now crowded to the ballroom, and Arnold forgot everything else soon with the blessed feeling of holding the wonderfully beautiful girl in his arms. Again and again he danced with Gertrud, and nobody else seemed to want to dispute this with him, although the other girls teased him now and then when they passed by.\r\nOnly one thing he noticed, and it annoyed him: close to the inn, the old church was located, and in the ballroom you could clearly hear the garish, dissonant strokes of the broken bell. But at its first sound it was as if a sorcerer's wand had touched the dancers. The music stopped in mid-beat, the merrily swaying crowd stood still and motionless, as if it was rooted to the spot, and everybody silently counted the single slow strokes. But as soon as the last one had trailed off, life and cheering went on anew. So it was at eight, at nine, at ten o'clock, and when Arnold wanted to ask for the reason of this strange behaviour, Gertrud put her finger to her lips and looked so grave and sad, that we did not want to aggrieve her further for everything in the world.\r\nAt ten o'clock, there was a pause from the dancing, and the musicians, who likely had lungs of iron, preceded the young people to the dinner hall. \r\nHere everything was merry, the wine was virtually flowing, and Arnold, who did not want to stay behind the others, silently calculated the hole this luxurious evening would rip into his pockets.\r\nBut Gertrud sat next to him, drinking from his glass, and how could he have given room to such a worry with her next to him. - And if her Heinrich should come tomorrow?\r\nThe first strike of the eleventh hour sounded, and again the loud elation of the drinkers became silent, again everybody listened breathlessly to the slow strokes.\r\nA strange horror overcame him: he did not know why, and the thought of his mother at home went through his heart. Slowly he lifted his glass and emptied it in a salute to his dear ones far away.", "transcription": "klangen, so rauh toenten sie von anderen an sein Ohr. Die jungen Burschen waren[;]aber alle freundlich gegen ihn, und einer von ihnen kam auf ihn zu, nahm ihn bei[;]der Hand und sagte:[;]\"Das ist gescheut von Euch, Herr, dass Ihr bei uns bleiben wollt - fueh-[;]ren auch ein lustiges Leben, und die Zwischenzeit vergeht rasch genug.\"[;]\"Welche Zwischenzeit?\" frug Arnold, weniger erstaunt ueber den Ausdruck,[;]als dass der Bursche so fest seine Ueberzeugung aussprach, dass er dieses Dorf[;]zu seiner Heimat machen wollte. \"Ihr meint, dass ich hierher zurueckkehre?\"[;]\"Und Ihr wollt wieder fort?\" frug der junge Bauer rasch.[;]\"Morgen - ja - oder uebermorgen - aber ich komme wieder.\"[;]\"Morgen? - so?\" lachte der Bursch -\"ja dann ist's schon recht - na, mor-[;]gen sprechen wir weiter darueber. Jetzt kommt, dass ich Euch unsere Vergnueglich-[;]keit einmal zeige, denn wenn Ihr morgen schon wieder fort wollt, bekaemet Ihr[;]die am Ende nicht einmal zu sehen.\"[;]Die anderen lachten heimlich mit einander, der junge Bauer aber nahm[;]Arnold an der Hand und fuehrte ihn im ganzen Hause herum, das dicht gedraengt voll[;]lustig schwaermender Gaeste war. Erst kamen sie durch Zimmer, in denen Karten-[;]spieler sassen und grosse Haufen Geldes vor sich liegen hatten, dann betraten sie[;]eine Kegelbahn, die mit hellglaenzenden Steinen ausgelegt war.[;]In einem dritten Zimmer wurden Ringel- und andere Spiele gespielt, und[;]die jungen Maedchen liefen lachend und singend aus und ein und neckten sich mit[;]den jungen Burschen, bis auf einmal ein Tusch von den Musikanten, die bis dahin[;]lustig fortgespielt, das Zeichen zum Beginn des Tanzes gab und Gertrud jetzt auch[;]an Arnolds Seite stand und seinen Arm fasste.[;]\"Kommt, wir duerfen nicht die letzten sein,\" sagte das schoene Maedchen,[;]\"denn als des Schulzen Tochter muss ich den Tanz eroeffnen.\"[;]\"Aber was fuer eine seltsame Melodie ist das?\" sagte Arnold, \"ich finde[;]mich garnicht in den Takt.\"[;]\"Es wird schon gehen,\" laechelte Gertrud; \"in den ersten fuenf Minuten[;]findet Ihr Euch hinein, und ich sage Euch wie.\"[;]Laut jubelnd draengte jetzt alles, nur die Kartenspieler ausgenommen,[;]dem Tanzsaale zu, und Arnold vergass in dem einen seligen Gefuehle, das wunder-[;]bar schoene Maedchen in seinen Armen zu halten, bald alles andere.[;]Wieder und wieder tanzte er mit Gertrud, und kein anderer schien ihm[;]seine Taenzerin streitit machen zu wollen, wenn ihm die uebrigen Maedchen im Vor-[;]beifliegen auch manchmal neckten.[;]Eines nur fiel ihm auf und stoerte ihn, dicht neben dem Wirtshause[;]stand die alten Kirche, und im Saale konnte man deutlich die grellen, misstoenen-[;]den Schlaege der zersprungenen Glocke hoeren. Bei dem ersten Schlage derselben[;]aber war es, als ob der Stab eines Zauberers die Tanzenden berruehrt haette.[;]Die Musik hoerte mitten im Takte auf zu spielen, die lustig durcheinan-[;]der wogende Schar stand, wie an ihre Plaetze gebannt, still und regungslos, und[;]alles zaehlte schweigend die einzelnen langsamen Schlaege.[;]Sobald aber der letzte verhallt war, ging das Leben und Jauchzen von[;]neuem los. So war es um acht, so um neun, so um zehn Uhr, und wenn Arnold nach der[;]Ursache so sonderbaren Betragens fragen wollte, legte Gertrud ihren Finger an die[;]Lippen und sah dabei so ernst und traurig aus, dass er sie nicht um die Welt haet-[;]te mehr betrueben moegen.[;]Um zehn Uhr wurde im Tanzen eine Pause gemacht, und das Musikchor, das[;]eiserne Lungen haben musste, schritt dem jungen Volke voran in den Essaal hin-[;]ab.[;]Dort ging es lustig her; der Wein floss nur so, und Arnold, der nicht[;]gut hinter den Uebrigen zurueckbleiben konnte, berechnete sich schon im stillen,[;]welchen Riss dieser verschwenderische Abend in seiner bescheidenen Kasse machen[;]wuerde.[;]Aber Gertrud sass neben ihm, trank mit ihm aus einem Glase, und wie haet-[;]te er da einer solchen Sorge Raum geben koennen. - Und wenn ihr Heinrich morgen[;]kam?[;]Der erste Schlag der elften Stunde toente, und wieder schwieg der laute[;]Jubel der Zechenden, wieder dieses atemlose Lauschen den langsamen Schlaegen.[;]Ein eigenes Grauen ueberkam ihn: er wusste selber nicht weshalb, und der Gedanke[;]an seine Mutter daheim zog ihm durch das Herz. Langsam hob er sein Glag und leerte[;]es als Gruss den fernen Lieben."}}]