Beloved Sisters Page #2
- Why not?
I'd only wish for a husband
who's a little like our father.
You baby.
Our father was a poor, ailing man.
He was paralyzed.
He was gentle and only spoke lovingly.
Of everything.
Of people, nature...
Not like these vipers at court
who judge everything
Haven't you met a single young man
here in Weimar whom you like?
On the day of her return home,
Caroline finds a two-week old letter
on her sister's desk
from a Herr Friedrich Schiller,
telling Charlotte that after
their first meeting at her window
he had often looked out for her there,
that he knew who she was
and asked her to signal
that they could meet again.
Without hesitation
Caroline writes him a reply.
"Herr Friedrich Schiller,
Weimar, Am Frauenplan."
Dear Herr Schiller,
you don't know me
but I found your note to my sister
Charlotte von Lengefeld on her desk
and took the liberty of reading it.
It strikes me that the two of you
got on well at once.
I worry a bit about my little sister.
"Could you look after her a little?"
Frau von Stein, I request permission
to take Frulein Lengefeld
out for an afternoon.
With a chaperone
and on your terms, of course.
"Don't tell her I wrote to you."
But, if you like, you can visit us
in Rudolstadt in the summer.
Our mother,
who lives with my husband and me,
would certainly be thrilled to meet
such a famous poet,
whose play 'The Robbers'
has made him rather notorious.
Rudolstadt is a day's journey
south of here.
"You could come and stir it up a bit."
It's a wood engraving, a relief print.
It allows more contrast
Charlotte, look at this lettering
from France, the Didot typeface.
It's crystal clear.
Look.
Revolutionary.
Its clarity makes it easier to read.
This is how it looks in print.
Imagine if one day everyone could read,
understand and buy a book.
Afford one.
That one day
books might be affordable for everyone.
Ideas bound for all.
The idea alone
I think humanity will evolve through
knowledge and the sight of true beauty.
We, Charlotte, you and I,
will see a new world in our lifetime.
Your coat's torn. Here too.
Give it to me. I'll mend it.
You'll get it back next time.
Good-bye.
Good-bye.
- What is it?
She's received a letter from Italy,
from Goethe.
"Herr von Goethe."
- When?
- This afternoon, while you were out.
He's not coming back.
He won't come back to me.
Get out. Get out!
Maybe such experiences
made Charlotte feel
that sacrifice and loss
prevail in the greatest of loves
and that an unhappy love adorns
the sufferer with an aura of beauty.
She doesn't always like her godmother
but admires her for the difficult path
she chose for her great friend Goethe.
Now she hears the music of tragedy.
It is the tragedy of love,
the tragedy of marriage
that seem to tell her,
"You were not made for big feelings like
these, Little Charlotte von Lengefeld."
SUMMER 1788, RUDOLSTAD When will he arrive?
Tomorrow afternoon.
If the coach is on time.
- Where will he stay?
- Lollo rented him a room in Volkstedt.
We'll see him coming from afar every day,
A lovely walk.
The worse off we are financially,
the more important
our reputation becomes.
Dearest, anything to add
on the subject of Schiller?
Yes.
On account of his famous revolutionary
drama about the rebel "Robbers",
an undeserved reputation precedes him.
Undeserved?
He's a young man,
driven by excessive ardor.
But no reason to worry.
He's a poet and a gentleman.
Just throw him into the Saale
twice a day to cool down.
And prevent him from turning
the big historico-political wheel,
because he won't stop talking.
But otherwise he's a most
well-behaved pet for your daughters.
What's the matter?
He may expect too much of us.
What if he gets bored?
Don't worry. We'll see what happens
when he gets here.
He's likely to send a message every
morning saying when we can expect him.
He'll want to work until noon.
So we'll expect him in the early afternoon
and watch him walking along the river.
Let's see how long it takes that person
to get from the bridge to here.
Starting now.
He's very sluggish.
Schiller walks differently.
All right, we'll deduct some time.
When we see him coming
we'll put some new books on the table.
Over there too.
Different ones every day.
If the weather's nice
we'll serve drinks in the garden.
Maman says to receive him
in the front house.
- Why?
- She's ashamed of her house.
Our place smells of my husband.
Look, now he'd be by the bridge.
You'd have plenty of time
to put on your wig.
- I never wear wigs.
- Or tweak your red cheeks.
Where'd he be now?
- By the bench.
- He could see us.
Get away from the window.
- He mustn't know that we're waiting.
- No.
Turn your back to him at the most.
We're glad, not desperate, to see him.
Women can't offer themselves
like sour milk, you know?
Lotte?
Forgive me, I mistook
you for someone else.
Don't look so disappointed, Herr Schiller.
Here she is.
But she's Lollo here, not Lotte.
- You're one day early.
- I know.
Don't be so stern.
Thank you.
And the room in Volkstedt?
Is it good?
Yes.
Even though I was one day early.
Pleasant people. I already had coffee.
Incredible that I mixed up the dates.
Yes, incredible.
We must introduce you
to our mother now.
Especially the color accuracy is great.
This will be the first volume
of the deceased Herr von Lengefeld's
silvicultural writings.
The advance copy has been printed.
We just corrected the proof
and checked it against
the original manuscripts.
This is your father's handwriting?
Very expressive.
My husband was paralyzed
on one side due to a stroke.
After that he had to get used to
writing with his left hand.
Hence the expressiveness.
You can't read the scrawl at times.
Dearest, this matter
is for close family only. S'il vous plat.
You live in the front house, Madame?
No. But I receive guests
in my son-in-law's quarters.
He is away. In Berlin.
Since my husband's death,
more than ten years ago,
we've accepted compromises
in our lifestyle.
Herr von Beulwitz is wealthy?
From a well-to-do house.
He now holds a good position
as chamberlain with Prince Schwarzburg.
He's about to become
And yes,
as you may suspect, Herr Schiller,
one can't say his superb prospects were
an obstacle to a union with my daughter.
All right, he's most sympathetic,
but he has no taste and no money.
He looks like a beggar.
Lollo, I didn't send you to the Weimar
court to find yourself a poor poet.
- Follow your sister's example.
- No, don't.
The man's a pauper.
Maybe he thinks
he stands to gain something here.
Did you purposely let him
think that, Charlotte?
I don't need to lie
to be a good catch, Maman.
Everyone knows
we don't exactly eat off gold plates.
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