Beloved Sisters Page #12
I believe everything a genius does
as a genius, he does unknowingly.
- Good evening.
- Evening.
I bring a message for
Privy Councillor Schiller and family.
So where were we?
Madame von Lengefeld's carriage
got stuck in the mud halfway here.
Everyone is well, and hot drinks
have been provided.
But they can't leave before tomorrow.
- They're staying in the coach?
- Yes.
Maman was lucky.
- I'll ride out to them.
- No, stay here.
Let's write that letter
to the privy councillor first.
Anna, help me put the children to bed.
We'll be back when Maman arrives.
We're going home.
We'll be home soon.
- Well, then...
- Same time, same procedure.
Till tomorrow.
Why does she put that display cabinet
in the entrance hall?
Absurd.
It's so petit bourgeois.
As if she won the stuff in a lottery.
Maman, we're so glad
to have you with us again.
I notice that you still resemble
no one but your mother.
Doesn't your father regret it?
He's fine the way he is.
- How old are you now, Adolf?
- I am six, Chre Mre.
Really.
You're tall for your age.
Do you remember
your first four years in Switzerland,
before your mother brought you here?
No.
Not even the great Rhine Falls?
Were you never there?
Yes. I do remember that, Chre Mre.
Yes.
I have memories of the Rhine Falls too.
When your mother and your aunt
were still very young
and loved each other dearly.
They were always whispering in secret,
your mother chattering all the time,
while your aunt was always nodding.
Like this.
Your grandfather...
Look, that's him on the wall over there.
He died young,
and the girls really needed each other.
Your aunt used to ask me,
"Are we poor now?"
And I said, "No, not yet."
When we only have one of our
twelve 26-piece dinner sets left,
"yes, then we are poor."
Do you remember, my dear?
You see? And now I have brought you
the last set I have.
Schwenke, show it to them.
And now I am poor.
But I don't need it anymore.
And the dear Lord
will make me rich again soon enough.
Maman, dear.
Yes.
But I want you to drink from it
together with your sister.
That you often speak to each other again.
And love each other like you used to.
And that my dear son-in-law,
Herr Schiller,
whose steadily growing fame
makes this old lady very, very happy,
but also very ashamed of not having
anticipated this fame at the time,
when he first came to visit us
in Rudolstadt that summer,
13 years ago.
I want you to stop quarreling!
We don't quarrel.
You don't talk to each other.
You write polite cards and invitations,
send back polite refusals,
making sure you avoid
each other on the street.
It must stop.
I don't want to leave this life
feeling I've left a battlefield behind.
That's why I'm here.
You've hurt yourself now.
Yes, that hurt.
Have you forgiven me?
- Why did you never ask?
- Ask you what?
It's my last tableware.
- What should I have asked?
- One question.
- Which one?
- "Who is Adolf's father?"
Why ask?
You didn't know yourself,
with all your affairs at the time.
Dalberg...
- But I do know.
- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do know!
- No, you don't!
Yes, I do.
- Don't you want to know too?
- No!
- Why not?
- It's none of my concern.
But what if it is?
I don't want to know!
- It's none of my concern!
- Why doesn't anyone do anything?
Yes, good, clever Charlotte
has to cover her ears now.
You begrudged me this baby.
Your face, when we spoke about this
in Ludwigsburg,
I'll never forget it, never!
And now? You've won.
You've got him all to yourself.
How can you burden such a man
with your vulgar little ideas of love?
How could you be so stupid
and ignore reality?
You walked out on my husband
every time things got serious!
You threw yourself at him
and then you ran off.
We swore an oath to share everything.
What was I to share with you?
The night you spent
together in Tbingen?
The men you keep on a leash like a dog?
You lead the love life
of a bankrupt feudal mistress.
In France you'd be put to the guillotine.
Right, because there
they buried freedom
instead of having it rule
like they promised.
They were too small for real freedom.
They didn't mean freedom in bed.
Look at your husband.
So sad. This strong, confident man
remaining silent while you live it up.
Ladies, ladies,
we all like to witness your passion.
It's most entertaining to hear you insult
each other, but leave your men out of it.
Lollo!
A doctor! Someone get a doctor!
Lollo!
- This attack seems worse than ever.
- It was always like this.
Not like this.
- I get scared when the snow melts.
- But it melted long ago, dearest.
Let me help.
Get him into bed.
Schwenke, take out the bowl, please.
I'll stay here today.
We'll have to wait through the night.
Come on, I'll show you your bed.
I'll manage.
Let them talk and move about
and rattle around.
I like the sound of it.
And maybe some more singing.
Thank you, Hans.
The women in the von Lengefeld family
all have a curious talent.
Choosing men
who lead the way to eternal life.
They'll end up together,
all three of them widows.
And together they will lovingly
remember their late husbands.
Maybe that really is
what keeps them together.
Something they themselves
don't understand.
Because, despite everything,
it seems natural to them.
It's this trinity
Schiller's always been looking for.
Their women's community,
which they allowed him to enter,
back in the summer of 1788.
Then they sent him not to paradise but
to the solitary confinement of marriage.
Now, at this very moment,
in the face of his deadly illness,
they understand once again,
that he is a refugee
on a cold and barren planet,
a stranger to this world, and lonely.
He never searched for a home,
Line.
Lotte.
Friedrich von Schiller recovers from this
bout of illness as so often before.
It isn't until three years later
that his weakened body surrenders,
and he dies in May 1805,
only 45 years old.
In old age Caroline von Wolzogen
writes her lifelong friend's biography.
The new printing techniques
have long since triumphed
and editions were published in numbers
even Schiller couldn't have dreamt of.
Maybe the vast readership's expectations
made Caroline fear indiscretion,
for she withholds any kind of intimate
detail about her life in the biography.
And shortly before her death she destroys
all written evidence of the past.
Knowing that posterity
will never be able to learn
what really happened
between the three of them
must have been a comfort to her.
Against her will, however,
one single note was preserved,
the one she received in
Rudolstadt in the summer of 1788.
"Last night, or rather this morning,
things were beyond my control,"
and this evening I may be invited
to a late dinner by Rengmann,
the doctor who's been treating me here,
"but later on I will try
to steal away to you."
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