Heinrich Page #7

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without having the slightest idea

how others feel about it

exactly

the Berlin Evening News

a cent for the Nation

editor:
Heinrich von Kleist

the Berlin Evening News

a cent for the Nation,

editor:
Heinrich von Kleist

In the last issue I read the story

of the brandy tippler and the bells of Berlin

pomegranates ... pomegranates

caraway ... caraway ... caraway

that was first class, first class

what's the Lieutenant busy writing?

still the play?

true, a sun

[Prinz Friedrich von Homburg]

people are saying

is also shining there

and over more colourful fields than ours.

I believe it

only a pity that the eye is rotting

that is supposed to look upon such splendor.

My, Lieutenant, that's beautiful

and there's a lot of truth in it too

but the parson would call it profane

who's talking like this

in the drama?

a Prince of Prussia

oh

the Court won't appreciate it

do you really think so?

I do

good workmanship

when I die, you may have it

Heinrich

sit down

so this is the gentleman your brother

yes

I've come to say farewell

Heinrich always comes only to say farewell

or when he needs money

you do need money,

don't you, Heinrich?

I do

so you still haven't entered a proper profession yet?

I ... I'll take up an office again

what would he do

if it weren't for the family

and in a higher sense,

the great family of our Prussian fatherland

who also takes a lost son

to her bosom

and even slaughters a calf for him

just listen to her, Heinrich

we all have supported you long enough

it's high time for a change

it will change very soon

the good roast

it mustn't be wasted

Herr von Kleist

I thought you were with your sister

in Frankfurt

I've done a few errands

you still want to?

I've done an errand too

I've had it made for Vogel

his birthday will be three days later

and he shouldn't go empty-handed, after all

then all preparations have been met

yes

yours ever, Henriette

and we'll proceed as agreed

III miles from Berlin

# the dawn shines upon my early death

# soon the trumpet will sound

# then I will have to part from life

# I and some comrade

# hardly imagined, hardly imagined

# there was an end prepared to lust

# only yesterday sitting on proud horses

# today shot through the chest

# tomorrow into the cool grave

# oh how soon, oh how soon

# beauty and shape will vanish

# are you proud of your cheeks

# shining like milk and purple

# ah, the roses will all fade

hey! hey!

they shot themselves

tell the master to call the police

Anna!

let your wife carry them

go on with your search

but this is all

take it to the table

don't touch them,

they might still be loaded

I suppose he knows about pistols

it's still loaded

here you are,

there's no more danger

a man like him

used to be an Ensign in Mainz

his name had an L, Leih ...

but I may be wrong

do you have a statement to make

for the police?

by God, no,

only that the pistol on the table was loaded

the two corpses lay 100 yards from the road,

to the left

near the so-called Little Wannsee,

on a hillock

which is covered with trees at its noon side

the male person

a coat of brown cloth

a white muslin waistcoat

pants of grey cloth

and round soft boots

the mouth covered slightly with blood

the female person

in a white cambric dress

over it with a coat of blue cloth

dressed

and a blood spot

the size of a Thaler

below the left breast

on her dress

which at this spot

seems to be burnt

name?

Ribisch

Johann Friedrich

tell me what you know

thus I saw the two strangers

who shot themselves here on 21. November

right after their arrival on 20. November,

I saw them here myself

because the landlord ordered me

to make a fire in their room

after that, I didn't see anything of them

except on the afternoon of 21. November

when I met them on the path

the dress is brand new, Heinrich

I've had it especially made

what if one is dead and smells of manure?

please move aside

how silly you are

but try to understand, Heinrich

for you such things are unimportant

thank you

just imagine the foolishness

the two people want to have coffee up there

in November

I guess the people are paying for it

that's what I said to her and ...

went my way

Your Grace ???

your turn will be later

careful

what will happen to them?

they'll be cut up

to see what's inside

Jesus!

proceed

shortly afterwards my wife called me

and asked me to help her

carry table and chairs to the lake

I took the table,

my wife the chairs

and carried them up the hillock

where the two strangers stood still

yes, that's right

one might almost call it festive

in fact, I've rarely seen two people

who were so friendly with each other

like those two on the hill

they kept on calling each other

"my child, my dear child"

and were extraordinarily cheerful

old man, tell the landlord

to fill this bottle with rum

my dear child, do you want to drink more rum,

haven't you had enough?

my dear child, if you don't want to,

then I don't want either

leave it, old man,

don't bring us anything

wife, take away the dishes

but you haven't had any milk

drink it, just drink it

just look at her milky beard

little mother, here's the cup

take it with you, wash it out and bring it back

thank you very much,

madam, sir

and now farewell

May the Heaven grant you

a serene and fresh morning

a shower of rain

during the heat of noon

and a quiet cool star-filled evening

under which one can fall asleep

softly and easily

Heinrich Kleist

Heinrich

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