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Afterwards the master went up to him and spoke a long time to him, and laid his hand on his head. That was already a long time ago, but Kullrich was still not happy. When they all walked in the playground during the interval, eating their bread and butter, he stood at some distance and did not eat. Was it really so hard to lose one's mother?
"Thanks, thanks," said Fritz Kullrich faintly; he was quite knocked up now. "Come and see us some time, Herr Schlieben," said the father, pressing his hand. "Fritz would be pleased. And I am so grateful to you for helping us." "But come soon," said the son, smiling again in that peculiar manner. "Good-bye." "Good-bye."
Each child joined its parents and passed through the church porch between its father and mother. Wolfgang walked like that, too, as he had done before. He saw Kullrich in front of him with his father only; both of them still wore the broad mourning-band. Then he left his father and mother and hurried after Kullrich.
And Kullrich ah, poor Kullrich, he had consumption, like his mother. The corners of Wolfgang's mouth drooped with a half-contemptuous, half-compassionate smile when he thought of his school-fellows. Was that living? Oh, and to live, to live was so beautiful!
He had forgotten long ago that he had once heard that Kullrich had consumption; all at once he remembered it again. But that was quite impossible, surely you could not die so young? Everything in him strove against the conviction. "Have you been ill?" he asked quickly. "But now you're all right again, aren't you?"
Kullrich smiled, so that all his teeth, which were long and white, could be seen behind his bloodless lips. And then he held out his hand to his former schoolfellow: "You aren't at school either? I've left as well. It's a long time since we've seen each other." The hand Wolfgang held had a disagreeable, moist, cold feeling, and a shudder passed through him.
And when the passage, When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up, happened to occur in the Bible-lessons, in which Kullrich also took part, they all looked at him as though at the word of command, and Kullrich laid his head down on his Bible, and did not raise it again during the whole lesson.
He felt it still in all his limbs; his feet were heavy, and as he knelt down on the cushion on the step leading up to the altar his knees were stiff. Kullrich was crying the whole time. Ah, he was no doubt thinking of his mother, who was not with him any longer. Poor fellow! And Wolfgang felt suddenly that something moist and hot forced its way into his eyes.
He was full of the egotism of youth and health; how unfortunate he should meet him there to-day, just to-day. "May I get you a carriage?" he inquired hastily only let Kullrich get away, it was too awful to have to listen to that cough "I'm acquainted with this neighbourhood; I shall be able to get one."
When his turn came he stepped mechanically up to the altar with Kullrich beside him; Lehmann and Kesselborn were in front of him. How he hated those two again all at once. He would have liked to throw his watch, his gold watch at their feet: there, take it! But take back what you've said, take it back! Ugh, what a terrible night that had been horrible.
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