Entspannt einschlafen mit Märchen: Im Märchenlande | Hörgeschichte, Hörbuch zu Einschlafen

Im Märchenlande. Haben Sie was zu verzollen? fragte mich eine knarrende Stimme und riss mich aus meinen schönen Waldträumereien. Wo war ich denn? Ich suchte mich zu besinnen. Nein, es war keine Täuschung. Ich spazierte im Walde am 1. Mai, einem so wonnigen Frühlingstage, wie man sie in der Wirklichkeit selten erlebt. Hier lief der schmale Waldweg. Behind me I had just admired the two fir-trees, which raked right and left on the path up into the sky. At the top their branches fluttered in each other and formed such a gate through which I had walked. In the branches sang some sparrows and many other birds louder or quieter. So all of this was real. Where did the voice and the question come from? Do you have something to cheat? I looked around me in search of it. That's right. There was a little man standing in the sprouting fern with a face that seemed wonderfully familiar to me. Where had I already seen this leather-brown face with the many wrinkles, the stubby grey-green beard and the black eyes? The little one was not taller than the tree stump which served me as a table in the forest and on which I used to write. And now it occurs to me, just like that stump, what the little man looked like. How often did the children and I clearly discover a figure and a face in his bark, in the small branches. Now he was standing in front of me. Well, one could already experience something in the forest at springtime. So I did not show my astonishment, but only asked calmly, What do you mean? Since when has the customs been introduced here in the forest? As long as there is a fairytale land, the little one murmured. Or do the people believe it did not go as well with us as with you? But don't stop me, madam. Do you have something to cheat? And into the bath he murmured, It is incomprehensible that the border guards let you in. You have enough to do today. But the two are unpredictable. Recently with the old forester, who at least understands the forest, they have taught him that the old man will not come back that way so soon. And they let you nothing, me nothing, just come to this hour. He asked loudly for the third time. Do you have something to cheat? And this time in the tone of the deepest bitterness. I thought of all the borders I had already crossed. What did I do in Holland, in England, in Russia, in Germany, in Switzerland, in Italy, when this question was asked of me? Well, now the just answer came to me and I replied very politely, Please, see for yourself. So I held my basket to him, which I had taken with me to collect moss, which only contained my knitting. The old, strange customs guard, of the country unknown to me, put the basket in front of him on the ground and whistled. Trap, trap, trap, it sounded on the dry forest path, and a shark came in a hurry, which in the distance looked like the many red-brown beech leaves of the previous year, which covered the ground. But nearby there were small men again, and this time soldiers in brown uniforms, with lances, who surrounded me, so that I was surrounded from all sides and it was not so easy to think of an evasion. The customs officer knelt under it in front of my basket and pulled out my knitting. While he was buzzing in the bathroom and the soldiers were always helpful, to check the endlessly long needles for them, I looked around for the green tannery gate, through which I had just come, and considered whether it would be more advisable to return to pilgrimage, than to get involved in customs affairs on these wonderful days. To my surprise, the two tannery giants had now turned into real giants. Although I could only see their heads when I looked up at the sky. Up there, above me, they had dressed each other up and spoke to each other, which sounded like a gentle rustling down here. But now I saw the wide, big heads waving back and forth and it sounded like a huge laugh, which sounded so cheerful and refreshing, that I agreed wholeheartedly. The customs officer stood up and shouted, What are you laughing at, madam? Do you want to make fun of us? No, I shouted cheerfully. Good man, nothing is more dear to me. But maybe you don't want to tell me what your purpose is and where I am going? Look at the giants behind me. A few minutes ago, I swore that we would continue as usual. I had no choice but to take a little walk in the forest and must have been mistaken. In any case, you are here in the fairyland, the customs officer replied. It is just as incomprehensible to me as to you, madam, that you have come here, because the giants behind us, which you like to call tannins, are loyal guards and so easily don't let anyone in who has nothing to look for here, especially today on the wedding day. Listen, I shouted triumphantly. You are mistaken, thorough customs officer. I belong to the fairyland with a better right than you, because I am a Sunday child and also the fairytale aunt. And since the good giants will not let me go so soon, I will definitely take part in the wedding. I saw how my confident words put the little one and his soldiers in a state of unrest. They were touching each other. Then the customs officer stepped up to me, this time he pulled his hat politely and said with the softest voice, We cannot and must not point you out, because you have found an entrance once. But you have to promise to keep our customs and customs here. Hi, you can understand that yourself, I said. In Rome I am a Roman, so in the fairytale land a ... Yes, what? Do you want to enchant me or give me another suitable figure for your kingdom and your life? Just leave me as I am, as the simple fairytale aunt, quietly go my way. I don't want to bother you. I bent down to pick up my knitting basket again. But the little fairytale man came up to us and said, No, the needles are dangerous tools. Who can know it? In these times the evil penetrates everywhere. Especially today, when the wedding is celebrated, you could think of murder and death and look for our most merciful ruler for life. Yes, yes, we already know through people. Where you penetrate, there is also discord, murder, death. Listen! I interrupted him very seriously, because the little one started to annoy me. In our country it is not usual to accuse harmless people of suspicion. By the way, I'm not in the mood to make further acquaintances in your fairytale land. I already have enough of yours. Farewell, I'll go home, if you know better. I turned around and the customs officers and his soldiers were not satisfied. The old man said, No, it's not that bad. We must not scare you away, because since you are here, our ruler has determined it and has some intention with it. But you don't have to annoy us if we do our duty. I have to keep these steel needles here. But don't worry, you'll get the things back. If you wanted to go back, you can't do that anymore. See, the gates are closed. Right, behind me, the customs officers had crossed their mighty arms, which was unthinkable. And now they were calling and their words sounded down to us like a great rush. Forward, forward, only step further. Soon you will be in the middle of the fairy tale land. Not without purpose, not without goal. Everything is already happening as the young king wants. The customs officer stepped up to me and held me a large green linden leaf. On it were all hand-written runes. Take, he asked. My soldiers will guide you. Since you are the fairy tale aunt, it may well be that the young king has something special in store for you today. Just remember one thing. Now on the way you may still ask and you will be given speech and answer. But if you are at the post, then be silent if you love yours and our lives and do everything the Führer wants from you. Maybe then the great story will go well. Know, madam, that you are the first to go with us today. I was in a hurry. Yes, that was a blessing. Isn't it nice to know that you will experience something that no one has ever experienced before? So I nodded to the young king and continued on the way, surrounded by the brown soldiers, who spoke with half a loud voice, but in a rough language that I could not understand. After a few steps we stopped and one of the gunmen carried a bright green star and I did not treat him unjustly for a captain. He said politely, You are too kind to be measured. What for? I asked, because I still had a right to be curious. The tailor Spinner lives here, I was told. She should give you the old camouflage Siegfried a little support, because I can't cut a new one so quickly. You have to have one, because only then can you see and understand everything without fear and disturbance in the upcoming festival, because you remain invisible. The soldiers formed a spire and through the same ran a long-legged spider, in front of which, to my amazement, the soldiers bowed very low. Behind the spider glittered a lot of the most beautiful color-shimmering eidex. They carried and pulled a gray package with them. The spider came up to me and I had to pull myself together not to turn back in front of the little one, because I had a tendency towards the long-legged ones, whether I wanted to meet them in the morning, noon or evening. She looked up at me cleverly and said to the eidex, Roll your bodies apart! Against Siegfried this woman is just as dwarfish as we are against her. You will have to cut skillfully so that the thing sits reasonably and does not drag on. The eidexes had broken up the transparent gray fabric in a twist. It covered a long distance of the way. The spider, which once again looked at me checking my size, ran quickly over the fabrics, crosswise and crosswise, pulling a long thread over it. Then she said, Now get down to work, you cutters! Hey, like the storm wind the fresh ones were jumping by, very old, which looked very well-nourished and very white, and very small slim jumpers. After the thread of the spider it went restlessly back and forth over the fabric, and I could see how the fabric was cut sharply and finely at the threads. They jumped down, their work done, and probably out of joy they began to quack loudly. Roll the excess fabric together, the spider attacks. Don't forget to scatter thyme and tobacco in between, because you can assume that many millennia pass before you have to use it again. The eidexes did as they were commanded, and soon there was only a long-cut cap on the forest floor. So it was for me. But how could one put it on me? I could have done it myself, but I didn't dare to touch the spider-fine fabric. It had to fall apart. The animals didn't seem to expect that either. The eidexes were hardly finished with the fabric remains, so the silence was set in the air by a gentle fan. And when I looked up, such wonderful butterflies that I still believe they were once from the tropical forests. They were deep blue, large animals, but also purple, red, glowing yellow, and some black. Quietly they hovered down, from all sides they touched the edge of the cap. And right, it hovered higher and higher above my head. The spider counted one, two, three. Then the wonderful butterflies let the veil fall over me and now began to dance among each other, a tender hover and bow, like the finely practiced dance of great dancers. I didn't feel anything from the cap that lifted me up, but I was sure I had become invisible to the animals. They came up to me fearlessly. There seemed to be no obstacle to them. The butterflies flew right through me, without causing them or me any discomfort. It surprised me just as much that I suddenly heard many thousands of different voices, and could soon tell what was being said about me. Do you see the wedding procession? Oh, what have the bridesmaids put on their faces! That's what the bridesmaids whispered to each other next to me. Come on, we have to hurry, or we'll miss the best places! the butterflies shouted. I decided to follow them. I was surrounded by a feeling of the most diverse creatures. They had to be the birch youngsters, delicate figures in white robes and waving green veils. At the bottom of the path a regiment of different mushrooms was moving, edible and poisonous, but the harmful ones were especially deliciously decorated. The sky was not visible above me, because there were wood pigeons, sparrows, ducks and whatever they liked to be called. Tap-trap! Deer, deer, rabbits broke through and fled. Right after that, a flock of seagulls, then a herd of snails. I had to be careful not to hurt any creature, one of the wandering plants, but I kept moving forward, until I discovered that it did not disperse itself. I did not touch the ground, I was floating, or my steps were so light that they did not cause any harm. Now I was in a hurry, because I also wanted to find a good place, although I did not know where or what for, but the general pressure, the happy moving forward, made me think of the advice of the good customs officer and kept silent. When I tried to talk to a shiny, gravitational deer beetle, my voice had lost all sound and I was satisfied, because I was sure not to hurt the command of silence in the surprise. The forest lit up, we came to a meadow. Back there, where the trees were growing again, completely covered with shimmering water roses, surrounded by meadows of mourning, the orchestra was gathering there. Grills, frogs, may bugs were among the string instruments, because they squeaked terribly and strummed restlessly to achieve the A that the star unceasingly whistled to them. The thousands of birds were the singers, that was clear, and all the other animals were divided into different groups of instruments, the guard snored, the speck trummeted and so on. In the middle of the forest meadow a green tone was set up, which I noticed that something royal was expected. There was a strangely bright daylight, blinding like the lightning, and it became brighter and brighter. There were always new flocks. Tender little elves, they called some fat toads, who had caught posto next to me. The little elves were in colorful garments. They were light and bendy, like the early fog, like the linden clouds, and moved from all corners. The ones from the meadow, said the one toad to her companion when a flock of elves came out of the pond, then after a while. The ones from the crowns, those were the ones that floated down from the height, now a warlike melody could be heard, and a company marched, no, a herd, as my neighbor called themselves. The regiment of the root people! They were brave soldiers, but all already tall in the years, with white or gray long beards, on the main green helmet over completely weathered faces, but in a quick march in the parade step the wavering old ones. Then came the regiment of the fir-trees. Those were the boys, in brown skirts, with green buttons and pointed hats. It was a great splendor. All fields, gardens and meadows gathered, and the hustle and bustle became more and more dangerous. The light was getting brighter and brighter. It flickered before my eyes. And finally the forest meadow, the forest, the meadow, dived into a deep red light. At the same time the choir of the birds, as I have never heard before, and will never hear again, was singing. We will take for a while the fink, the amse, the cuckoo. But there were thousands of every kind of bird here. The larks were cheering here, the swallows were chirping, they were all singing together. Then they all stopped on a sign. Over the forest meadow slowly descended from the sky a rosy red cloud, from which all the light went out. It touched the ground. It was shaped like a wonder shell. And in it sat a beautiful young man and next to him a woman in pink robes, covered, remarkably lovely, with radiant eyes and a smile so full of tenderness and bliss that it had to penetrate every heart. I would have liked to ask a question, but I thought of silence. And at the same time, Aunt Tortoise 1 said to Aunt Tortoise 2, Now this time the queen, our most gracious Mrs. Morgenröte, looks much fresher. Do you remember how she was covered with a lovely raincoat that you couldn't see from her? Yes, and King Lenz had a big coat on, buried his hands deep in the coat in front of him and shortened every ceremony. He was happy when it was over. But this year he is also cheerful and good things, there is a happy celebration. At the moment when the shell touched the ground, the choir of countless nightingales who heard the noblest, most beautiful music of the two artists, the great sound creators of all times, never experienced what I got to hear. It was unearthly singing, so full of love, full of beauty and comfort. Not a leaf moved, the thousands of various beings stood silent, with held breath. Tears came out of my eyes. From the heavenly choir the voice of a nightingale rose up. Our old mistress, murmured the tortoise, the only one who could whisper even now. This one nightingale sang and I could understand every word. She sang of the meaning of the day, of the big wedding. She sang of the wonderful King Lenz and his wife who came to bring happiness to all this year's couples. She sang of the suffering of life and of his happiness and of the festive days of love, of summer. In the end, the nightingales fell first, then the other bird choirs, finally the string music, the trumpets and trumpets and with mighty chords accompanied the forest organ. Was it a sudden wind that blew through the treetops? I don't know. It was the buzzing of an organ. All of a sudden, everything was silent. King and queen left the mosque and ascended the throne. Then the ruler waved. There appeared eleven boys with silver rods. They stood up after the throne and shouted, So we open in the name of the king and his wife this wedding day. All who have come may move forward in pairs in front of the throne. The gifts will be distributed. Then all the animals of the forest moved in, the four-legged ones, as well as the birds, the butterflies, the ibexes, the beetles, the herbs, grasses, flowers, all moved in. An endless procession. Each couple stood in front of the king and his wife and bowed. The eleven boys distributed gifts, golden grains and flashing dewdrops, and the ruler's couple said blessed words. It was wonderful. I could have seen it endlessly. The nightingales were still whistling or cheering the fairies. It was so quiet and peaceful, so full of light and shine, that I was grateful to finally be in the hot fairyland. But like a storm, a wild swarm broke in. It fell out of the small path to the left of us. I knew it led to the next village. In front of everyone there was a beautiful, big farm girl in wedding jewelry. On her head the high crown of honor, in her hands large sprinkles, amida fluttering ribbons. But the crown was moved by the fast running. The flowers in her hands were carelessly thrown aside, because the girl ran to her eyes with her hands and cried bitterly. Behind her came his old farmer. He was very angry, swung a knotting stick and yelled at the girl. His long skirt-shoes fluttered and when he was running in a hurry he had lost his cap from his gray head. If the narrowness of the path had allowed it, a young farmer in a rich wedding dress with the bridegroom on his shoulder would have liked to pass the old man. But the old man didn't give him space. The girl ran like she was being chased, but in the whirlpool that covered the forest meadow her foot stuck. Collapsed, she stood still. At the same time the old man looked surprised at the beautiful world in which they had landed. Now I had no idea that the next minute would bring me something unexpected, and therefore the shriek not less than suddenly his royal majesty loudly and clearly called into the general disorder. It's like years ago, but this time we have prepared. Nervous creatures are the people. They have to penetrate everywhere and disturb the deepest peace. Well, we want to get to the bottom of it and not let the freemen disturb us like they did then. Here at my request, because I thought of earlier experiences, a human child among us. Well, fairytale aunt, step forward. You should talk to them because I only understand their language painstakingly. But you wear the mask as you distinguish our speech. So you can repeat our words to the drops there, because I already notice that there is something to simplify. Know that if we fail to end the quarrel for satisfaction, the whole beautiful wedding will be destroyed for us. The blessing of the lance can only be donated in peace, otherwise it will lose its power. I realized that I was right. So I gathered my courage, ran towards the fleeing girl and held her in my arm, just as she had come hard to the throne. Stop, I called, not further. Can you see and understand me? The girl seemed half senseless in fear, grief and horror. She clung to me and called out half-loud, my dream, my dream, I'm in the middle of a spook. God have mercy, it's the bewitched meadow. Nonsense, I said sternly. Don't talk, answer. Can you see that I, a man like you, am talking to you? The old farmer stepped up and the boy stood next to the girl, shyly but lovingly put his arm around her and said, Come, come in, be quiet, I am with you. And the one you are clinging to is not a spook, but a man. Tell him, the lance king ordered me. Tell them, fairy-tale-aunt, that they should report what they are doing. Briefly and truthfully, so that nothing should happen to them. But in the first lie, or when one of them tries to flee, it is all dead. Serious and choosing my words well, I gave the order to three. The old man said, Lord King, I know you well, because for centuries we have been celebrating this festival in our village. And when my grandmother was her great-great-grandmother's age, something similar happened in the village. So we want to obey your command. George and Marijn, let it be said to you, the lance king is not a joke. At that time, the fairy-tale-aunt killed George and Marijn, because they did not listen to his words. It must be time again that this spook reigns in this year. It only helps to be careful. With permission, Lord King, I, the lance farmer, as you may well know, the richest in the village, am going to marry my only daughter today. It's all right. The marriage good has already been arranged. He is the only son of the neighbor. Our fields collide with each other, and Marijn and her children would be the richest not only in the village, but also in the whole principality. The girl was also well-to-do in our plans, and the boy loved her from an early age. But for three days, the fool has been whining and swearing that she could not marry George. We thought it was childish behavior. The girls of today are more naïve than the fools of the king at my time. But as soon as she went to church, the girl disappeared. We sent the wedding guests to make sure that no one would notice the gossip, and then I hurried here as quickly as possible, because I suspected that she wanted to get in the way of our plans. But wait, wait! I want to make you sensible. Do you think your father will let you jump around like that? He approached the girl threateningly with the stick, but the boy stood in his way and shouted, Listen, farmer, it's never good like this. I love the Marijn, and that's why no one should force and offend her. But Marijn, with our love, I beg you, give up this disturbed being and say what happened to you that you are doing me the shame to run away on our wedding day. The Marijn looked shyly around and to my amazement I noticed that she was wearing fine glasses in front of the blue eyes, so clear and so transparent that no one seemed to notice her. But the king saw her well, because he bent down in front of his wife and drew her attention. And she smiled at him and said to him, It is as I thought, my wife. From the words of the two men that the fairy tale aunt has translated to us, I already take the key and the glasses that the girl has in front of the eyes invisible to all people proves to me that my guess is right. But I am afraid to disturb her and to make any couple unhappy today. How wise of my husband to let the fairy tale aunt into the conversation. Now we will reach a good end, and I beg you, let me take the matter into my own hands. The king seemed ready, because he smiled kindly to her So it is all true, what my aunt told me about the magic of the forest on this day. Oh, so I was, how I see you, so I was, how I heard the singing of the birds in the wonderful choir from afar, and here the figures I look at, which I would otherwise discover what torments me and makes me flee. The father himself called me the old mummy, who has a hut deep in the forest, to the priestess, and she took me to the baptism. So it was only cheap that I went to invite her to the wedding. I did not meet her alone, a little old man was with her. I brought my invitation and wanted to go home and so and so, and he made a white face and asked me if it would be pleasant to look deep into the heart of my bridegroom, all the good and bad things that are hidden in it. But the priestess shouted, Oh, you lucky fool, there you come to the right, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Now you can go in the future if you find out how it is about the choir. He led me with his hand slightly over my eyes and said, I should go home in peace, I would now see George from the inside, like a child, his picture book, and no field should be hidden from me. I met him hours later. But what I found in his heart of bad thoughts is so horrible that I do not dare to pronounce it. He is a miserable guy. I would marry him, and in front of the altar I would repeat my no. There you hear the Nereche! shouted the old man angrily. But George smiled and said shyly, But Marijn, even if I am as bad as you suddenly got from a stranger, if you loved me, you should rather live with me together No, never! replied Marijn, and over her eyes appeared a small wrinkle, as you would find in a strange child. Why should I knowingly run into my misfortune? Most gracious Lady of Wonders, protect me from him! Very well, exclaimed the Queen of Morgenröte. I can grant you what you want, I assure you! cried Marijn. The Queen got up, took the golden staff from one of the elven boys' hands, touched George with the same and shouted in a singing tone, Why should your heart be so bad? He will die here and become stone! That was how the misfortune happened. The good farmer Borsche was astonished before all eyes. His tendrils were pale, he was standing there as a fine, faithful image or a stonemason made of gray, hard granite. The old farmer's hair stood up to the mountains, he let his stick fall to the ground, turned away and fled, so quickly his tendrils could carry him. Marijn, too, saw the terrible transformation. The Queen waved to her, and when she came closer, she flew over the eyes of the King, who sat on his lap and stroked them. As soon as this had happened, Marijn burst into bitter tears and called in despair. What have I done? Oh, you evil witch of kings! You sorceress! You witch! Give me back my George! Oh, he was the best under the sun! Oh, I can no longer live without him! But the King did not give up his anger and said, But now I am fed up! Do not disturb our celebration any longer, do you hear? Embrace my stone, which you yourself wished in this state. Now you are free, and let us celebrate our celebration to the end. He waved. The Queen bowed to him and rubbed something into his ear, to which he smiled. And that made me hope for the poor people's children, although the matter did not look happy. The George stood unmoved, a picture of stones, and Marijn had knelt down before him and embraced him weeping and sobbing. On a hand movement of the King of Lens the birds fell down into their celebratory choir, and the great wedding procession continued its course at the throne. Finally the last couples were gone. The birds were silent. Only a nightingale, that wonderful great singer, let her death-bringing songs appear, which made my heart beat. The royal couple got up. The mussel was already standing, but the two were still hesitating. Marijn cried and moaned. Now she pushed herself on her knees to the Queen and wailed, raising her hands. Oh, you have mercy! I have earned it, but I see my sins. What have I to listen to strangers on the wheel? I would rather have the George with all the sins with me, which I suddenly saw in his heart and which I had never noticed before, than to live like this now. Now, however, fulfill my plea. Use your power again and enchant me too into a stone. Oh, my poor heart has already risen in tremendous pain, so at least let me be united with him in death. Well, that may perhaps happen, the Queen replied. But first you owe the George, whom you buried your heart with, so much that he became a stone, to check his heart even now. Look here. Here is a miracle lamp that stands against the stone. It will illuminate the George's heart brilliantly. Now tell me, what do you see in it? Zaggraf looked into the stone and held the miracle lamp behind the granite block with his right hand. Then she heard a cry coming out of the jubilant sound and at the same time a heartbreaking cry. Is he in his heart? she announced. Oh, mighty Queen, nothing is in it but flowers of the pure, noble gold. And there, there in the deepest, most secret chamber of the heart, oh, my heaven, there is surrounded by gold my own image preserved. She let the lamp fall, embraced the poor stone George with both arms, and slithered with renewed force. The Queen stepped up to her, put her hand on the girl's shoulder and said quietly, Marijn, as you give ten years of your life and want to pay for too much suffering, I can help you. Ten years! Marijn shouted and jumped up. Oh, good-natured woman, I will only awaken the innocent and stand here, a stone statue of all to eternal warning. So I will not grieve, but with joy suffer death for him. Now, Marijn, if you think so, then let a tear fall on the spot where you saw the deepest chamber of the heart in the golden heart of your treasure. Marijn embraced the beloved, kissed with her red lips the stone mouth of her George and her eyes streamed hot drops that tore the stone. Suddenly we saw a small gap open in the stone and then it cracked loudly and sensibly three times and then the stone shell fell apart like the form of a bell-mower and Marijn held the living, great George in her arms. Her hot tears of joy had even melted the stone. Laughing and crying the happy ones held each other surrounded, then Queen Morgenröte stepped up to her and put something in Marijn's hand and said smilingly, Listen, Marijn, this time, because it was the joyous wedding day, I have helped you and for a while you will now be well cured of childish moods and self-conceit. But I fear so many difficult hours are still ahead of you. I want to take care of that. The little devil has played a joke on you, as he is allowed to do on the first of May when he is on his journey home from Bloxberg. He put a black pair of glasses on your nose, and so you have discovered your George in the good heart of all the bad ones. But who is in favor of him not looking for you home so many times, the smart guy? Once he has cheated, he likes to try it more often. If you now mean again deep in the heart of George to see only bad things and life seems unbearable to you, then try it with my glasses. Imagine that we are holding a test. Marijn took the package and as she looked at it, it was a cute pair of glasses made of soft pink glass, in cute gold. George grabbed her and put her smilingly on his girl's nose. Then Marijn called and shook her hands together in surprise. Good heavens! Everything is covered in a bright, mild light, and everything is full of gloss, and my heart is full of sweet happiness, and my George is good and faithful and brave like the sun. You have done well! The king called cheerfully and offered his girlfriend his hand to help her get into the shell. Look at me, people, and use the pink glasses diligently! Already the shell rose under the sounds of all the united chapels and singers. Then the ruler waved to me, bent down from the shell and put something on my chest. It was a glorious, sparkling order. Like dewdrops shimmering diamonds and in the middle a soft pink amethyst and a wonderful scent went out of the stars. The king said, You have done well, fair maiden, for your faithful service today. Before I could express my surprise and express my gratitude to the ruler, the shell was already floating upwards and higher until it drifted along the sky like a rosy, red lily bud. I followed it with my eyes. When I turned to the earth again, I looked inside and saw the king hurrying down the path that led to the village. They only had eyes for each other and I was looking forward to their radiant faces. But the animals and flowers and plants rushed towards their home in great haste. The great spring wedding was over. I let myself be carried away by all the experiences. There was the customs office but this time, when he saw my sparkling ears, he even respectfully called out to me, Aye, there you have the highest order, the sparkling dewdrop amethyst, the Lenzmorgenröter, I have to whistle at you! The squirrels rustled in the dry leaves. The wonder butterflies floated up, grabbed my cap and swam away with him, while the customs guard reached my basket again. There stood the pine trees, huge, to the gate, the slanted arms curved and I walked through. The sun shone brightly, the cuckoo called, the finch sang. My children jumped over and called, Have you found the fine moss in the aquarium? 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