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Jasmine (Jasminum officinale) [ archives ] - kurzgeschichten. They sa?n on window CIM and drank wine. The glass they divided, because it was the only one, which it had found. Of the time getr?, but it had been once a good glass. In the polished ornaments dirt had collected. It played with the naked Fu?ehen at the finery around. Blew the smoke of his cigarette into the k?e night out and threw an anxious side view of the M?hen beside it. When he had discovered it there on the windshield frame section, he was m?erisch frightened. It pulled up the nose, stared gebannt into the depth. "I wanted not to jump", murmured her stubbornly. It handed it a dirty handkerchief. It wiped itself the Tr?n from the face, deseamed themselves the nose. The handkerchief put to the edge. It gave it small thrust, and completely sacht segelte it by night air of it. Remained h?en in the bolting arms of the jasmine plant and gleamed together with the Bl?n wei?zu them up. Taschent?er are better to flies, small. Humans are made from the wrong material, verstehste." It scratches itself behind the ear and took still another sip to cheap wine. They listened to ohrenbet?enden cicadas of the crickets. The night transformed the garden to its F?n into a mysterious jungle. In the distance a dog barked. Of the Stra? the weak, orange light of a lantern gleamed ago. "I wanted not to jump", murmured her again. The wine tasted s?rlich, but it took nevertheless gro?n sip to one. "Wei?e, I live ' now here", hummed it. The old house was almost ideal f?ihn. ?erall glass fragments already lay about, but the w?e it into the grasp wars. He had found an old mattress. "Sitzte often on window CIM. Even if I live now here. May sit gladly there whenever you want. But la?ma ' h?ch flies remain. "I wanted not to jump", fl?erte her. From now on it met it often in the D?erung, and endless Sommern?te long sa?n it on the windshield frame section. "Magste to sleep do not go, small. It twitched with the shoulders and l?elte r?elhaft. "Gehste not still to the school. Did not have to be awake tomorrow. Which your parents say. It wound itself one their Haarstr?en around the finger, one this moon-light-through-flooded Str?en. "are like that bla? ", he murmured small ensureful, but she gave him a radiating L?eln and handed him the dirty weinglas. It took a deep sip and grinste inclined to?. "Nagut, have you nischt to determine. It had removed the gr?en pieces of broken glass and had once kr?ig deflected the mattress. Even the area had stucco ceilings. It emerged always only after break-down of the darkness. Sound lot was it, could creep like a cat, and it never knew, from where it came. Pl?lich sa?sie there, on the windshield frame section, and l?elte quietly. If it zur?kehrte sp?von its Streifz?n, it already waited for it ", said it and leaned against the brick-work. It reached for the bottle and the glass and sat down carefully beside it. And they saw outside into the smelling garden. To its F?n apparently impenetrable Dickicht extended. Hedges and climbing had grown together firmly with the years. The whole garden they had course-rampantly grown, and the attempt to move in it had to zwangsl?ig fail. To be?rleben as strangely that the jasmine bush had succeeded, there." It interpreted only vaguely from the window outside. When it zusteuerte one evening with its T?n by the vorgarten on the house, a Mrs. middle age stopped it. Not so sch?wie their, no trace of moon light." It f?te itself surprised, turned. It took it naser?fend to the knowledge and plapperte: "knowledge you, the chap used has, always drank there that. On some days was their whole face course-swelled. If it had drunk, the old person was brutal. It rumbled the stairs up that one briefly began it in the whole quarter h?e, and on it the M?hen to cry erb?lich. To it then away-coagulated." - "and it never emerged again. Why h?e they also zur?kommen are." - "and one never looked for her. But was no more small child. With seventeen years one can pierce oneself in the life. The w? it only more badly gone, if they zur?gekommen again w?. War's nevertheless no matter, which has only gejammert because it nobody more had, which hinterherger?t it. Faith hardly that?rhaupt to the police went. After a few months is then taken off it. F?zehn years is that now ago. It threw the cigarette stub on the gravel way. "want the house ' since that time none more to have. It surprises me that you live there give it f?Leute like you not many cleaner Unterk?te." Now was clear it, which wanted it. "perhaps?rleg ' I that times", brummelte he around the woman as fast as m?ich abzusch?eln. Only one thought dr?te in its head: The M?hen. The M?hen was again to?. For nothing he longed himself more to speak than with it dar?r to say it that he knew, who it is. It wanted to draw it out of its schneckenhaus, help her. The old, knarzende stairs rumbled he so fast up, as it only went. Why she had not trusted him. Why it had erz?t nothing. He knew nevertheless, how hard the life could be, h?e it tr?en k?en, could it still. Breathlessly it tore the T?auf and st?te into the area. A Zusammenzucken at the window, a hasty movement, there stood it on the windshield frame section and stared it with fearful eyes on. They stie?einen cry out, to a wounded animal reminded." As in slow motion it stepped a step to the rear, two steps ", fl?erte it with trembling lips. He ran to the window, stared speechless outside, afterwards, looked for the soil with mad view off. In it crazy hope that they stand there at the jasmine bush w?e, with their bewitched L?eln, with their moonlight hair. It w?e bleaches hand lifts, for it zuwinken and the smell of the jasmine completely deeply inhales. But some W?che does not k?en in Erf?ung goes. It did not stand there down. There was only D?erung, there was shade and hedges, Str?her and the jasmine plant. It had to lie somewhere there, between climbing, in the thorns. Perhaps it was only hurt. Perhaps nothing at all bad had happened. As of senses it st?te the stairs down, pulled by force the T?zum garden course-rampantly grown up. Bristly branches struck it against. Cleared his way by the Dickicht and the breaking night. Here the jasmine smelled many more st?er than in the upper floor. Nesseln, climbing, Saugn?e, thorns it seemed to want to hold it, hardly that it advanced a step. Its blo?n H?e against a jungle. When it had finally forged ahead to under the window, from which it was gest?t, seemed hours passed. The cold Schwei?stand it on the forehead. Quietly he called after it, nearly fl?ernd. Minutes of the eternity dripped z?wie honey to soil. When it it was l?st clear that they do not answer, called w?e it still. Thus it k?fte itself up to the jasmine plant. There the handkerchief was at that time hingesegelt. There also it must have landed. None that climbing was broken. The Bl?n gleamed wei?in the darkness. Their smell was more intensively ever. It turned the head hastily, turned also, approximately, always approximately. Somewhere it had to be, it had to be simply there, it had. A Brombeerranke was devoured with the jasmine. It packed it, v?ig au?r, with both H?en at the root and ri?sie from the soil, hurled themselves it into the darkness. Dull/musty rage erf?te it. The root bundle had been in the earth deformed, some other climbing hung firmly on it, and a quantity ground. It stared into the hole down, which had developed. It kniete itself and took one of it into its schwieligen H?e. As the red mark deduced. Thorns had its H?en deep injuries zugef?, but it sp?e it not. Carefully did it put the Bl? beside itself and also the others gathered. The jasmine smell had become meanwhile almost penetrant. It wanted after a last Bl? seize, which gleamed there down brightly. Only as it it ber?te, noticed it its mistake. It pulled on it, but it was firmly embodied in the soil. Carefully he dug the earth with the H?en therefore around away. St? f?St? it opened it, until no more doubt could exist to the fact that it concerned a bone. The jasmine smell had become unertr?ich. As of senses it pulled at the root, did not know not, why. Schlie?ich created it it, being rooted rank from the earth herauszurei?n. The plant erzitterte, and wei? Bl?n rained on it. It sch?elte the root kr?ig and heard thereby a strangely rattling Ger?ch. On many of them halfdecayed meat stuck. But do not fall themselves stank after death it lie?die root to soil, cold Schwei?bildete on its forehead. There was no more doubt: He had discovered human?erreste. Without R?sicht on thorns and Brennnesseln st?te by the garden, struck thereby with the H?en wildly around itself. K?fte itself around the house, on the Stra?, and ran still for a long time, for a long time, for a long time. F?zehn years is that now ago ", said the neighbour. Why was it been only so stupid to believe it was not aged. Why had it not immediately understood that it could not be alive zur?gekehrt. Why had it with its haste all, everything zerst?. It went never again to the house with the jasmine to?. They gave it a plate soup, but its trembling hand could not hold the L?el. They gave it a bed, but it did not find sleep. The whole night w?te itself it back and forth." And then it kreischte with the power of the despair: "where are you, where are you. The others were?erlich, but schlie?ich one gew?te oneself to the fact that the chap was not completely normal. When the first snow fell and wei?in the darkness gleamed, it disappeared. Its summer was endg?ig vor?r. Its summer full wine, full moon light hair and full jasmine smell a wonderful history in a Qualtit? of you differently to expect was not. With the 15 years seemed to me so amusingly, da?ich again from the front read ("Mu? you not to the school. You have one sch? Mystik gezaubert and with an impact destroyed made, however not without a St? To hold Sch?eit. On many of them halfdecayed meat stuck. After f?zehn years in the Erde.s=&postid=94392#post94392) after f?zehn years in the earth. A very sch?traurige, in addition, romantic history. As soon as one the Sch? seize, to understand can, must it offense. ' the bum and (ghost)M?hen ' find I much sch?s a picture. Also again does a little remind of ' sch? and the beast '. The vergammelte meat does not gef?t me also. whether it is realistic now or not, it brings me from the tendency. I do not mean now that it changes the tendency, but it ' nervt '. Stilistisch was noticeable to me above all the successful colloquial language of the ' bum '. Which I still so at little things too bem?eln h?e: "weak, orange light of a lantern. With US are not orange. If with you like that is, ask. It twitched with the shoulders and l?elte r?elhaft. There w?e I then einf?n between ' twitched ' and ' also ', which that and mm after better flie?n w?e seized sometimes. Perhaps I found this sentence most skillful: "not so sch?wie their, no trace of moon light. Sorry Kris, but this history says to me simply?rhaupt not too. I had w?end I read quasi a film before eyes. Also the analogy of "rumbling" was a little too clear me. That is in my eyes the gr?e deficiency of the text. The happening is too discernible, the tension goes thereby the brook down. ?erlege you whether you do not know the information of the neighbour in another way enweaving. I find the end (Protagonist finds decayed corpse) likewise not particular responding. But it may be that I too much see the analogy to x-factor. More responding f?e I, if the Protagonist finds only the handkerchief or to also nothing at all. I do not find the fact that he is verr?t, really important. Suggestion way h?e it me there already handed. The language style is another thing. I know now some eschichten from you and find that he counterbalances relatively directly. Sometimes don't I find it a little too spartanisch, the S?e am so short and I see a reason daf? In the opposite: L?ere painting S?e f?e I at the descriptions of environment very much fitting. My suggestion w?, into your current story LINE to twist, an example quasi z. as it it tries to get a further context when coming or as it tries it to?rreden with it elsewhere to go. In the long run banal things, but they w?en the center section, which somewhat short I find, make more interesting. Control room times off, which f?andere feedbacks come. If you m?test yourself besch?ige I still somewhat more ausf?licher with the language style. I galube, there gives it some, at which one can rumdiskutieren. Here still two things were noticeable me it hand it a dirty handkerchief. The night transformed the garden to its F?n into a mysterious jungle. In the distance a dog barked. Something befremdent works here the comparison of garden and jungle, because you in the sentence a dog following on it erw?st. "in the distance a long-tailed monkey their schauriges song" howled:D. That you can write, you already proved in other stories. Thus of the language style and the Erz?weise it is the best history, which I read so far here (also the l?ste.)). But Frederik is right perfectly. With first "I did not want to jump" was actually already clear me: that is a spirit, which is runtergeh?t somewhere. Excitingly or?rraschend it was then no more, particularly, because history then also still erwartungsgem?ausgegangen is. I think also the story cannot one k?tlich not up-polish, like Frederik vorschl?. These spirit stories are simply too k?tlich. None wants to help it, au?r to a small boy, takes it to the hand and brings it to his uncle. They follow the instructions of the man, pull its car from a river. That says still its suit-case w?im to trunk. Then those open and the type lie in the bag area, the spirit disappeared. I like whole spirit net, but whom it does not thank gef?t. f?Euere gr?enteils very extensive criticisms * hehe * I hopes that nor mark vintages has you too much confused. I know neither x-Factor nor Jonathan Frakes - like me a gr?rer error d?ert. That the end is too foreseeable, I zun?st also bef?htet. Then has ich's to a few people tried out, the f?die references were exactly correct. Thus I thought: leave wir's in such a way, seems einigerma?n to in addition-strike. There I made however my calculation without the landlord, and/or there gives apparently in great quantities it to stories according to this pattern, h?e I probably less betrayed d?en. Your extension suggestion I could be gone through the head. Perhaps it saves which - perhaps it verl?ert suffering the reader also only unnat?ich. It concerns to me mostly more the style than around the action. The dog was?igens intention. Sometimes I break a tendency completely gladly. That there is no spirit, one already knew before 50 years. Perhaps the topic was at that time however not yet as rolled out as today. I read such a thing from time to time completely gladly, but correctly I did not besch?igt myself with such stories ever. Luggage history sounds, finds I, to cool. I take your criticism, exactly like Freds, to in any case ones very seriously. One should not throw anything on the market, about which that is already?rs?igt. Perhaps but are also still a few people, which read it nevertheless gladly. If not - see wir's as Stil?ng.: * arrrrg * now have I all apologies totally forgotten:shy:. Times sees, what I make with the vergammelten meat. Perhaps still more suitable words occur to me, around which auszudr?en. That you find the colloquial language good, is cool, degrees in addition I got rather negative R?meldungen in the apron. (thus in the sense of colloquial language nothing has to search in the text. With then is plausible. And otherwise it makes me happy much that you history sch?findest:). I am not a consumer of document X. me am rather no matter it whether there is already thematically a?liche history. I find you have one wundersch?, tendencyful Geschiche written. The conversational language of the Prot gest me only with first "small ones"?, there it another, chauvinistischere conception of it in me constructed there. When its picture in me had strengthened, also this speech fit. A "Erbsenz?erkritik" I cannot offer to you unfortunately, to me during the reading no errors was noticeable. For one I ask you however f?die future inst?ig: In the distance a dog barked. This sentence was already verspotet of the M?hner laughter and Schie?esellschaft before 15 years as synonym f?schlechte amateur stories. Since you do not write bad stories, use him thus please never again. ALTHOUGH you me nearly?rsehen h?est (I wanted to become already sour, have I me nevertheless so much M? made), I must now once directly serve history to defend: Since there are stories apparently in great quantities according to this pattern, h?e I probably less betrayed d?en. That is surely correct, although I know x-Factor also only from the H?nSagen), although spirit history is obvious. Because uncovering the R?el in history is after my Meinugn nciht the point. The first lines for example are gem?ich and the Verdammnis (.). it are geweiht at the same time already clearly that that cannot remain in such a way, daf?ist it too sch? daf?iszt the M?hen too ' broken '. Sch?ist the picture, the situation nevertheless. Your Erkl?ng f?das '?erreife M?henfleisch ' sounds well there h?e I uU also even drauf comes k?en. I found this history excellent. Surely the basic topic was zigmal chewed well, but that is not the crucial. Really innovative story LINES are rare. Is important f?mich, which the author makes also from a well-known topic. And you really delivered a completely good text here. I was correctly inspired by your kind of writing. One?erst ripe language lifts this text?r much outside, which I read so far here. Above all from it f?mich also the in the best way developed atmosph?sche density the story results. I sank in this sad melancholischen text proper. Unfortunaty, more da?er not more l?er, I was gladly still read on h?e. The linguistic characteristic of the beggar and its word choice are superb. It was not simply the Prot. on the paper, but you created it to make in experiencable. It was like that in parts, as if k?te I the Gespr? tats?lich mitanh?n. The M?hen is rather word meager, but straight constituted the attraction. Still a few small detail notes:. Taschent?er are better to flies, small. Humans are made from the wrong material, verstehste. A dialogue passage madly good in my eyes. They listened to ohrenbet?enden cicadas of the crickets. "Ohrenbet?end" I feel crickets of cicadas in connection with that as?rtrieben. Besides Pa? it not, da?sie this ohrenbet?enden L? listen. Since they are here in a romantic situation, the w?e I as a small pseudo poet following suggest: "you listened to bet?enden cicadas of the crickets. Pl?lich sa?sie there, on the windshield frame section, and l?elte easily. The whole garden they had course-rampantly grown, and the attempt to move in it had to fail obligatorily. If somewhat obligatorily fails, then through?eren pressure/on instruction etc.. I mean, here am zwangsl?ig "substantially more appropriate". A Zusammenzucken at the window, a hasty movement, there stood it on the windshield frame section and stared it with unbelievably fearful eyes on. Without "unbelievable" f?e I the sentence still full of seeds. Cleared his way by the Dickicht and the breaking night. It turned the head hastily, turned also, approximately, always approximately. Somewhere it had to be, it had to be simply there, it had. The l? writes one feels me with the beggar after new orthography now with three "N". Sodale, as much to my subjective Korinthenkackerei. HP: small "internal" remark: "farmer Hein" do not create I then today probably more * grins * with the small one me fr?r also always very much gest?. I did not want to call Au?rdem their name - that should r?rkommen more subtly. I found that somewhere suitable to speak from the jungle to and then with the dog again into the Realit?zur?zuholen. ?rigens that may be a plate set - however it is a plate, which is simply true. Here at night continuously dogs bark. Perhaps I become him paint and by an elephant replace. Or nevertheless rather a parrot. In any case one thanks f?die criticism. Even if no peas to be gez?t - it is helpful:). I did not f?hte there can one anything to?ern and only hope the fact that most is in such a way like you Brad Pitt nackig - I wei?ja not times how looks tightened. But note naja, I werd's me times. Also you thank you, in particular f?die very helpful notes is ohrenbet?end for lack of alternative (the Viecher is however really m?erisch loud), I remain remained however to, you are right, it goes there not together with listening and that you did not create the farmer any longer - who k?te you therefore after so a criticism also only ansatzweise b? its. On the search for ohrenbet?enden reformulating:. Naja, if you Jonathan Frakes twice moderate saw passes you the desire against whatever it straight tried too mediated. Besides stories are always developed according to the same pattern and with a tried Tragik and tension underlaid. Schaus you on and you it will hate. Schau me this incoming goods again the formulations on. Me your history has correctly well fallen:thumbsup: You produce an excellent Atmosph in your work owing to the good stylistic Untermalung?. What is missing to the series, is this Atmosph?, which you create here. Even if I cannot say much new, then I know nevertheless my voice hinzuf?n: Story: measured (however whom schert.s) suitable of category: Horror, Fantasy, romance. A mad history with much tendency. Particularly well the beginning pleased me, when the two sit in the Mondlich and drink Vienna from the dirty glass. Completely madly described in addition, the further Geshcichte, Jasimin and death I wei?garnicht, why history should does not fit here that relysium?s category thinks. I find it absolutely suitable and very very well written. Which hides itself under this so spektakul?unspektakul?n, wants to say, to well gew?tem title. A history, which takes up fringe groups: The bum, the S?er, the maltreated M?hen, the homeless person. And up to the Untaten of the alcoholic - nevertheless that is for a long time, for a long time ago - they do all property simply only NICE and the homeless person helpfully. Hach, does not only pull since the Teletubbies. Which we have there still. Transcendentally and paranormal (no jokes?r mean now nod.) concerning also width unit R?el, with which the entwinement of plant and spirit succeeded to you very well. No, the h?e not the style fit, not the proud raisedness of history. ?rigens it was able me to last?rraschend. I h?e does not expect that she branches into the world of the spirit. I thought, it w? a purely human history, and somehow is it that still. We let Bib prophesy calmly raus or we it an unexpected creative wave. The glass they divided, because it was the only one, which it had found. Directly at the beginning a full broadside as you called the Dinger still - articles. Three times no Spa makes for me? Darftst sit gladly there whenever you willst.brummelte it around the woman soschnell as m?ich abzusch?eln. Know they, the chap used have, always drank there that. Here w?e me a further comma pleases. "Nagut, have you nischt to determine. I do not find the dialogue between neighbour and man g?lich successful. First of all st? me the absence of Abs?en, which the compact block gossip a sch??nere and?rsichtlichere form given h?en. W?e I as follows changes:. It f?te itself surprised, turned over (the woman too, etc.).), none lives there, since the old S?er moved away. Had purged already completely, when they have there still used. The three P?tchen, because the woman with the address the Gespr? ever want etc. er?nen. Commas are not compelling n?g, please me however better, because they do not arrange the speech river st?n, but. The last sentence is important to the woman, therefore separation and exclamation mark, because f?sie seems the enormous. After "Rafiq" again this uncertainty with Gro? and lower case - on my side, understands itself. Why she had not trusted him. She does not trust him, otherwise w?e her him a society carries out. Much better: "why it had not entrusted itself it.) [ it ] stared it with fearful eyes on. Such a stupid behavior does not fit our almost already sensitive Protagonisten so at all.) stood it on the windshield frame section (.) stepped a step to the rear, two steps (."act a small step to?, then still one in emptiness the "etc.. Actually strong place altogether, but who has blo?ihr L?eln bewitched. You were b?r father Magier. Bristly branches struck it against. I had only k?lich the Vergn?n, schwerbepackt by Dickicht and unterholz break to m?en. A klimax is to be. Brennesseln are harmless against dornenranken. You use now new or old orthography. Nesseln, climbing, Saugn?e, thorns. Oktopus - danger from the depth caper the Saugn?e better spareless, functions without really better. Quietly he called after it, nearly fl?ernd. It believes humans to have get?t and thinks of its neighbours. Marbles are quieter than fl?ern. Is as loud fl?ernd call compared with normal Fl?ern. Thus it k?fte itself up to the jasmine plant. A Brombeerranke was devoured with the jasmine.) it tore out and hurled it into the Finsternis(. The decaying meat st?e also me - in view of the roots and the?igen vegetation rather r?elhaft. Well against the fact that the bones in the roots h?en rattle and. Strangely against the fact that the bum is so tenderly beseitet that it must break. Surely, old corpse is eklig, but it has not only none flie?nd water, but probably comes from the gosse. With something Versp?ng w?che I also you still all property f?Dein new lebensjahr. History gef?t me rather well. Did you make that supposed, thus one for Jasmin. f?einen name h? . like w?, if you Jasmin. wegl? and only Jasminum officinale. stand for l?. Is however only one suggestion. I find it very sch?erz?t and the end am a successful?erraschung, on which I did not count. In the polished ornaments had accumulated dirt. I find Dreck somehow not in such a way accumulated sch? although I wei? which you mean. The Dreck. repeats it however with Er handed myself it a dirty handkerchief, Schmutz. or a Verunreinigungen. w?n m?iche synonyms. Er played with the naked Fu?ehen at the finery around. Fu?ehen. is its own word creation, which does not give in such a way it actually, since one has toes anyway only at the F?n, thus to Zehen. alone is enough. Sie wiped itself the Tr?n from the face, deseamed themselves the nose. The handkerchief put to the edge. It gave it small thrust, and completely sacht segelte it by night air of it. a handkerchief, into which one hineingeschneuzt oneself and wiped Tr?n off, flies no longer completely sachte by night air. Das old house was almost ideal f?ihn. ?erall glass fragments already lay about, but the w?e it into the grasp wars. He had found an old mattress. Sie wound itself one their Haarstr?en around the finger.. for "Bist in such a way bla? Small ", he murmured ensureful. Ohne R?sicht on thorns and Brennnesseln st?te by the garden.. there a er. is missing: st?te it duch the garden: Paranovas trim are always so layoutsprengend, da?die lines broader are than my screen, perhaps can the possibly who times edit. A man (vagabond, bum) discovered in a empty-standing house, da?ihm f?den summer as Unterschlupf serves a M?hen. Apparently it wanted to jump straight out of the window. The man hurries home and sees her jumping. Down he finds a corpse, probably those of the M?hens, which died before 15 years. Which positively auff?t, is the vertr?te, somehow floating Atmosph?, at the beginning develops. One FR? this lauen summer at the window and knows itself hineinf?en into the content Gef? this N?te. Gradually one does not notice a gew?liche dwelling and the man no gew?licher tenant also as a reader, da?es is. I w?e however some these dirt adjectives rauslassen. is perhaps a little high and clarify the desire of the author, the reader m? which heruntergekommenes imagine. The question is whether this from the view of the Prot. It is not a good, but old glass. A fine wine in the cardboard box or a muffige, but comfortable mattress. M?icherweise gets one it so, da?der reader at the beginning in the unclear one is still more l?er, by the Aktivit?n of the man. S?ern, s?ern, pieces of broken glass remove glass for mattress, then already notice T?einh?en one, how the situation is. Now we come to the appearance of the "wash woman". I wei?nicht, why they have greasy hair mu?und why straight he it to notice mu? But it is apparent the wedge and/or the Realit? between it and the M?hen places itself. F?mein Gef? the dialogue is somewhat long between both. F?jemanden, which lives illegaly there, it is interested, too calm me too, places too many questions. The dialogue is to perfectly f?diese both partners. Now the further remainder is then rather heavily written with logic to seize and partly from another point of view. Its Gef?e, its W?che describes. Also partly his subjective perceptions when digging before you then again into the role of the objective observer zur?kehrst. And here also in the time gro? Steps make. From my view you should commit yourself. F?mich is the place a mansion, which segelt max. if a handkerchief into the night, then can one it still see. If humans hinunterf?t, then he is m?icherweise not immediately dead, above all, if there down earth and plants are. The question is, whether the drunkard lived at that time with the M?hen alone in the house, more mu?er, otherwise it found h?e somebody else. Here k?te I rather introduce themselves, more da?er her to drinking to induce want, but she rejects. If someone vermi? becomes, then there is always a search action. I cannot introduce myself somehow, da?sich nobody gek?ert. Perhaps they arrested the father, w?end the daughter in the garden lay. And then it is it, which thinks, your father comes drunk home and f?t from the window. I think, one mu?das not aufl?n. Exactly the same the tendency at the beginning can remain in the schwebe, like. But then sp?stens after the find of the corpse Schlu?sein should. Wof?ist the sp?re winter importantly. Da?die basis goes daf?etwas terrible was around the house and the gl?lichen summer of this man and at the end around the realization. Thus despite everything an harsh taste remains to history, however one saves problems with the corpse. A stranger cannot get these pictures also from parapsychologischer view. But h?e then all this not gepa? with gossip woman and this situation. A short instant was this however a Erkl?ng (paired with total Amn?e and renewed recognizing) a mystische history with Atmosph?, those in the back too much tried too erkl?n and thus their charm loses out. So, it is times strained whether you the hole, which I dug here simply so l? or still times tries, to plant which. She sees a kind of father figure or as a person those in him its father its k?te. Which he drinks makes it villeicht more easily f?sie again to the place to come, when a kind must unfortunately confess interconnect point between their past and the now I that your kg to me did not assure. Once I find the style in many places too chopped off. Here and there I miss a comma, which a little rounder your S?e arranges k?te. Thus w? the read river substantially better. And then is there still the actual story. To not completely?rzeugen also the end wei?mich. The purge into the insanity and the existence as beggars, resulting from it, seem themselves to me a little far fetched. In order reconstruct, should this step to k?en you to your Prot more depth little lend. I see nowhere that the relationship with the M?hen reaches a depth, which k?te the mentioned insanity ausl?n. If one refrains however from these points, it concerns a solid history, which remains unfortunately not lasting however in memory.