Praise the day with the sunset German English Hungarian Swiss Austria

ISBN-13: 9783754139332 / Angielski / Miękka / 452 str.

Rudi Friedrich; Augsfeld Haßfurt Knetzgau; Wolf Rieteriki

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Both were now as quiet as a mouse in their beds. Maria could not fall asleep yet. She didn't dare to ask Georg a question. Should she take the risk and speak to Georg. She wanted to ask him if he could imagine marrying her.No, she said to herself, I shouldn't ask him such a crude question.Georg felt the same way. He wanted to ask Maria, boldly and courageously, whether she would like to become his wife. Both behaved squeamishly. A risk for both.It would have been so easy to just ask the other person. But neither of them dared.Georg could hardly contain himself with excitement. He didn't even dare turn his body. As if petrified, he lay next to Maria. And Maria also had no idea how to lure Georg out of the reserve. After what felt like an eternity, both fell asleep.Georg spoke unconsciously in his sleep. It often stammered "Maria" and slept on.Maria heard his stammering and in the meantime woke up. Maria was delighted that Georg pronounced her name in a dream.Maria woke up around 6 a.m. First she had to orientate herself.It was just getting light outside.On the opposite side you can see the imposing grocery store.That must be the shop, Maria guessed. They carefully crossed the street. They opened the shop door and carefully stepped into the sales room.A buttoned-looking young lady returned her greeting indifferently.Maria suspected that they had ended up in the wrong shop.Of course, word of misery also got around in the village. Michael and Markus tried to put the blame on Maria. Maria hangs around Nuremberg and totally neglects both of us. It doesn't matter how we're doing. In the inn they could no longer pay their debts. So they had everything written down. The innkeepers made a mark on the score for every beer. Until they had accumulated a great deal over time. Another beer Michael? asked the innkeeper. Yes, Marie pays. I can still remember the grandfather clock and the beautiful...There was a knock on the door. Another Sunday

She wants you to finally help her.Maria said that she can always cancel if she doesn't like the meeting at all.They walked about 100 meters. Maria's father was proud of his daughter on the one

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Friedrich, Rudi Zuerst beginnt dein Werk durch einen Gedanken, danach wird sich dein Gedanke zu einer Idee verfestigen und dann kommen die mutigen Schritte des Tuns.Damit das noch nie dagewesene ein großer Wurf wird, ist deine Vorstellungskraft entscheidend.Stell dir vor, dass viele Leute von deinem Vorhaben begeistert sind und dir sogar applaudieren. Applaus muss es aber nicht unbedingt gleich zu Beginn deiner neuen Schöpfung geben.Rechne damit, dass deine Idee ignoriert oder sogar belächelt wird.Es wird jedoch die Zeit kommen, da du triumphieren wirst.In unserer modernen Welt werden wir nicht nur komponieren können.Beides "komponieren" und "konsumieren" werden wir ausüben. Haßfurt Knetzgau, Augsfeld Kaufsde n Goldschdigge = gute Ware, oder kaufsde Tinneff? Tinneff = eine schlechte Ware. Uschbes = Vorsicht, das ist ein unzuverlässiger Mensch, der kann nicht zahlen. Mach kinn Zoores nid. Zoores = Schwierigkeiten. Bis heute sind diese jiddischen Ausdrücke erhalten geblieben. Wir kennen ja alle die Begriffe Tacheles = unverblümt die Meinung sagen. Schmu = versuche nicht, mich zu täuschen. Vermasseln = verpfuschen. Schduss = Dummheit. Rewach = Gewinn. Schachern = handeln. Meschugge = verrückt. Mauscheln = undurchsichtige Vereinbarungen treffen. "Wenn Jidde on Katzoff mauscheln, hodd dr Buhre Schlammassel. = Wenn sich jüdische Viehhändler und Metzger einig sind, erleidet der Bauer Schaden. Auf unseren Bauernhof kamen verschiedene Händler, um ihre Waren anzubieten. Der Krenverkäufer oder Rieteriki, Wolf Holz macht dreimal warm.Beim Sägen im Wald. Beim Holzhacken daheim und beim Schüren im Winter.Ich bin mit meinem Zwillingsbruder im Holzlager angekommen. Dürres Buchenholz lag sorgfältig aufgestapelt vor uns.Es war dunkel in dem langen gang zwischen der Schmiede und dem Wohnhaus unseres Großvaters. Leise und einander zuflüsternd begannen wir damit die Holz Scheide auf unsere Schubkarre zu laden.Auf einmal hörten wir Schritte. "Wer stielt mein Holz".