Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 24, 2025
Bernd made me promise to wait at Frau Berg's till he could fetch me, and as he didn't get back till two o'clock, and Frau Berg very amiably said I must be her guest at the well-known mid-day meal, I found myself once more in the bosom of the boarders.
The Colonel, who was very red and more like an infuriated machine than a human being, stepped on one side and pointed to the door. "Precede me," he said. "On the instant. March." And Bernd went out as if on parade. When shall we see each other again? Only a fortnight, one fortnight and two days, have we been lovers. But such things can't be measured by time. They are of eternity.
He knows what this journey here has meant to us, to you and me, the difficulty of it, the sacrifice. I'm very unhappy tonight, darling mother, and selfishly crying out to you. I feel almost like leaving Bernd, and starting for Glion tomorrow. And then when I think of him without me He's as spiritually alone in this welter as I am. I'm the only one he has, the only human being who understands.
As soon as we could get away from the diningroom Bernd and I went out into the garden the Graf and Grafin hadn't reappeared and he said that though for a moment he had thought Austria's ultimatum would mean war, it was only just the first moment, but that he believed Servia would agree to everything, and the crisis would blow over in the way so many of them had blown over before.
You know, my dearest one, I'll interrupt my lessons and come to Switzerland if you have the least shred of a wish that I should; and perhaps if Bernd really had to go away supposing the unlikely were to happen after all and there were war I'd want to come creeping back close to you till he is safe again. And yet I don't know.
They both arrived together after we had begun, there's a tremendous aller et venir all day in the house, and sometimes the traffic on the stairs to the drawingroom gets so congested that nothing but a London policeman could deal with it. I could only say ordinary things to Bernd, and he went away, swept off by his Colonel, directly afterwards.
The same number stands for Der Arme Heinrich, not the best Hauptmann, and for that most moving human play, Rose Bernd so marvellously enacted by Else Lehmann at the Lessing Theatre there are eighteen editions. You can't help contrasting Parisian and Berlin taste, though the German capital is in the grip of pornographic literature and art.
"Oh Bernd, I do love you so much," I couldn't help whispering, leaning forward to do it regardless of Helena who sat next to him; and seeing by Helena's stare that she had heard, and feeling recklessly cheerful at having got back to him, I turned on her and said, "Well, he shouldn't smile at me in that darling way." The Grafin laughed gently, so I knew she thought my manners bad.
Again Bernd gently took my hand, but I held on. "This is good-bye, then?" I said, looking up at him and clinging to him. He was facing the Colonel, rigid, his profile to me; but he did at that turn his head and look at me. "Remember " he breathed. "I forbid all talking, Herr Leutnant," snapped the Colonel. "Never mind him," I whispered. "What does he matter?
I do think the patriotism of an unattacked, aggressive country is a hideous thing. Bernd got me somehow through the crowd to the calmer streets on the way to Frau Berg. He didn't want me to go out at all, but I want to see what I can. The Kaiser rushed through the Brandenburger Thor in his car as we went out. You never saw such a scene as then. It was frightening, like a mob of lunatics let loose.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking