tale 71 repentance is hopeless
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Repentance is hopeless!
He was standing on the edge of a grave and ordered
a group of workers with shovels to dig up a coffin. He was very impatient,
even though he knew that the person there has been dead for a few days ago.
Nice memories mixed with remorse went through his head.
Next to him, there was an empty, very beautiful
coffin. It was still unused. Did he want to lie next to the dead person?
Slowly an elongated box was lifted out of the
earth and then opened. Although the woman had been dead for a few days and
her clothes were poor, there were still a few friendly facial features. And
satisfaction, or better relieve, when all the pain suddenly ends after a long
suffering.
He wanted to see her again, and if she had been
as beautiful and cheerful as she had been then, he would probably have
collapsed next to the coffin. But she wasn't. She had suffered for a long
time and only he seemed to see her beautiful features behind the grimacing
face.
He had the women put her on a new jacket and
skirt, comb her hair again and apply powder and make-up. Although it didn't
help much, he was a little calmer.
He hadn't seen her for years, even hated her
because he hadn't even guessed the truth.
A man and woman are sitting on a terrace having
breakfast. The house is not very big and the garden is not decorated with
many statues, as would have been worthy judging the noble look of the two
lovers. But they are happy, it is spring and they are enjoying the energizing
sun, the fresh milk and the just baked, soft bread with its crispy rind after
a busy night. He, the son of an English nobleman, and she, a woman who is
forced to live on her beauty.
In the afternoon, he went to town to have some arrangements
done. His father had not been very happy with this relationship and had asked
him several times to be reasonable.
Now she was alone in the house. She organized the
household like a woman who created a home for her beloved husband.
And then the door opened. An older man stood
there, his appearance was energetic. He said nothing, but sat down without a
word at the table. Although he hadn't introduced himself, she knew exactly
who he was. She looked at him and only her lips whispered to him silently:
"I love your son!" He looked into her eyes for a long time, "a
wonderful woman for a happy marriage, but totally unsuitable for a
career." He had made almost the same mistake as his son now. Then his
father came, intervened. But was he happy? What is happiness??? Happiness
passes, but the career remains. And so today, like his father 40 years ago,
he sat in front of this wonderful woman. He could have cried if he hadn't forgotten
about it over time. And her eyes just said, "I love your son!" He
didn't have to say much. "If you really love him, leave him!"
Finally he got up and left because he knew that she would sacrifice her happiness
for his son.
Later she became very sick and wrote him a letter
asking to see his son again. He hesitated a long time before admitting his
own mistake and telling his son the truth, now 20 years older.
(according to Alexandre Dumas, fils: La Dame aux
camélias / Verdi: Traviata)
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Sonntag, 26. Juli 2020
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