Description
Der Stechlin
First chapter
In the north of the county Ruppin, hard on the Mecklenburg border,
runs from the town of Gransee to Rheinsberg (and
even beyond) a several miles long chain of lakes through one
poor people, only here and there with a few old villages, but otherwise
exclusively with forestries, glass and tar furnaces occupied grove.
One of the lakes forming this chain of lakes is called the + Stechlin +.
Between flat, only in one place steep and quay-like
rising banks, it lies there, edged all around by old beeches,
their branches, pulled down by their own gravity, the lake
touch with her tip. Here and there a small amount of reeds grows
and rushes on, but no boat pulls its furrows, no bird sings,
and only rarely that a hawk flies over it and its shadow
throws on the mirror surface. Everything is still here. And yet, from time to time
Time it comes alive at this very spot. That’s when it’s far
out in the world, be it in Iceland, be it in Java, to roll and to
rumbling begins or even the ash rain of the Hawaiian volcanoes up
is driven far to the South Sea. Then it’s also + here +,
and a jet of water jumps up and sinks again into the depths. The
Everyone who lives around Stechlin, and when they talk about it, know that
they probably add: "The water jet, that’s just that
Small, almost everyday; if there’s something big out there,
like a hundred years ago in Lisbon, then not only brodelts here and
bubbles and swirls, then rises instead of the water jet a red
Rooster up and crows loudly into the country. "
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