Loading...
About this Episode
Podcast Episode
Transcript
other, certain disagreeable things have occurred.
Perhaps their time will come too, and perhaps it will come sooner than we think.
At the office many things elude me.
Perhaps they are not being held back from me.
I by no means wish to assume that they are being held back from me, but I am not strong
enough now.
My memory is failing.
I can no longer keep track of so many things.
Most of all, such is the course of nature, and secondly I was struck a lot harder than
you by our dear mother's death.
However, since we happen to be talking about this subject, about this letter, then I must
beg you, Georg, to not deceive me.
It is a trivial matter, it is not worth wasting one's breath on, so do not hoodwink me.
Do you really have that friend in St. Petersburg?
Georg stood up, embarrassed.
Never mind my friends.
A thousand friends won't replace my father.
Do you know what I think?
You are not really taking care of yourself.
But old age demands it's due.
You are indispensable to me in the business.
You know that very well, but if the business is going to threaten your health, then I'll
shut it down for good tomorrow.
That won't do, however.
We have to establish a different lifestyle for you, a radically different one.
You sit here in the dark, though you would have excellent light in the living room.
You nibble at breakfast instead of eating properly.
You sit with the window closed and yet the fresh air would do you so much good.
No father, I am going to call the doctor and we will follow his advice.
We will switch rooms.
You will move into the front room.
I'll take this one.
It will not be disruptive for you.
All your things will be moved along with you.
But all in good time, just lie down a bit for now.
You absolutely need to rest.
Come, I'll help you undress.
You'll see that I know how.
Or would you rather go to the front room right away?
Then you can lie down in my bed for the time being.
That would really be very sensible.
Georg was standing right next to his father, whose head, with its disheveled white hair,
had dropped to his chest.
Georg, his father said in a low, unemotional voice.
Georg instantly knelt down beside him, in his father's weary face he saw the enormous
pupils ogling him from the corners of his eyes.
You have no friend in St. Petersburg.
You've always been a prankster and you've never spared me either.
How could you have a friend there of all places?
I simply can't believe it.
Just think about it, father.
Said Georg, lifting him up from the chair and slipping off his robe while his father
now stood there rather feebly.
Why, it's been almost three years since my friend visited us.
I can still remember that you weren't particularly fond of him.
At least twice I pretended he wasn't here, even though he was sitting with me in my room.
I could certainly understand your aversion to him.
My friend has his peculiarities, but then afterwards you did have a good talk with him after
all.
And I was so proud that you listened to him nodding and asking him questions.
If you think about it, you're sure to remember.
He was telling us incredible stories about the Russian Revolution.
For example, about the time he had gone to Kiev on business and during a riot he had
seen a priest on a balcony and after cutting a broad bloody cross into his palm the priest
had raised his hand and appealed to the mob.
Why, you've even repeated that story yourself known then.
Meanwhile Georg had managed to recede his father carefully taking off his socks as well
as the knitted drawers he wore over his linen underpants.
Upon seeing the not especially clean underwear Georg reproached himself for neglecting his father.
It would certainly have been his duty to make sure his father changed his linen.
So far, Georg had not explicitly talked to his fans say about what arrangements they would
make regarding his father's future, for they had tacitly assumed that he would stay
on alone in the old house.
But now Georg quickly and firmly resolved to take his father along into his future household.
Indeed it almost seemed uncloser inspection as if the care his father would receive there
might come too late.
He carried his father to bed in his arms.
He had a terrible feeling when he noticed during the few steps to the bed that his father
who was on his chest was playing with Georg's watch chain.
His father clung so tightly to this watch chain that Georg could not lay him down on the
bed immediately.
But no sooner was his father in bed than everything seemed fine.
He covered himself on his own and then pulled the blanket way over his shoulders.
He looked up at Georg with eyes that were not unfriendly.
You are starting to remember him, aren't you?
Georg asked, giving him an encouraging nod.
Am I properly covered up now?
His father asked as if unable to see whether his feet were sufficiently covered.
So you do like being in bed said Georg, tucking the blanket in more snugly.
Am I properly covered up?
His father asked once again and seemed particularly intent on hearing the answer.
Don't worry, you're properly covered up.
No!
Cryt his father so loudly that his reply banged against the question.
He hurled the blanket away so violently that for an instant it unfolded completely in
the air and he stood upright in the bed.
However he held one hand lightly on the ceiling.
You wanted to cover me up.
I know you did my young pup, but I am not yet covered up.
And even my final ounce of strength is enough for you.
Too much for you.
I certainly do know your friend.
He would be a son after my own heart.
That's why you've been deceiving him all these years.
Why else?
Do you believe I haven't wept for him?
After all that's why you lock yourself up in your office.
No one is to bother you.
The boss is busy just so you can write your dishonest little letters to Russia.
But fortunately no one has to teach your father how to see through his son.
Now you thought you had wrestled him down, wrestled him down so thoroughly that you could
sit on him with your behind and he wouldn't budge.
And so my fine son decided to up and marry.
The org looked up at the horrifying image of his father.
His friend in St. Petersburg whom his father suddenly knew so well stirred Georg's feelings
as never before.
He pictured him lost in the vastness of Russia.
He pictured him at the door of the empty, looted shop.
He could barely keep standing amid the wreckage of the shelves, the tattered wares the falling
gas brackets.
Why had he needed to move so far away?
Look at me, his father shouted and Georg almost distracted, dashed toward the bed in order
to grasp everything but stopped halfway there.
Because she pulled her skirts up, his father began to simple, because she pulled her skirts
up like this, the nasty goose, and acting out the words he pulled his shirt up so high
that the wartime scar on his thigh could be seen.
Because she pulled her skirts up like this, and this, and this, you accosted her, and in
order to satisfy your lust with her unhampered, you disgraced our mother's memory, betray
your friend and put your father to bed so that he can't move.
But can he move or can't he?
He stood entirely on his own and kicked out his legs.
He was radiant with insight.
Georg stood in a corner as far away as possible from his father.
Long while ago he had firmly resolved to keep a sharp eye on his every movement so as to
avoid being deviously poundstone in some way, from behind, from above.
Now he recalled his long forgotten resolve and forgot it again like someone drawing a
short length of thread through a needle's eye.
But now your friend has not been betrayed after all, his father cried, underscoring his
words by poking his forefinger to and fro.
I've been his local representative here.
You actor!
He orc couldn't help shouting, then instantly realized the harm he had done, and with gaping
eyes he, too late, bit his tongue so hard that he curled up in pain.
Yes, of course I've been acting, acting, a good word!
What other comfort was left for your old widowed father?
Tell me, and while you're answering me, be my living son still, what else was left
for me in my back room, bullied by the disloyal staff, old to the marrow of my bones, and
my son strutted jubilantly through the world, closing deals that I had prepared, turning
cartwheels in sheer delight and walking away from his father with a poker face of an honorable
man.
Do you believe I didn't love you?
I?
Who fathered you?
Now he's going to lean forward, Georg thought to himself, what if he keels over and shatters?
This word hissed through his mind.
His father leaned forward but did not keel over, since Georg did not approach him as he
had expected his father straightened up again.
Say where you are, I don't need you.
You think you still have the strength to come here and I'm merely holding back because
you want to.
Don't fool yourself.
I'm still a lot stronger than you.
On my own I might have had to yield but mother gave me her strength.
I formed a marvelous alliance with your friend and I've got your customers here in my pocket.
He has pockets even in his shirt.
Georg said to himself, believing that this remark could make his father look ridiculous
to all the world.
His thought laughed at only an instant, for he always forgot everything.
Just take your fiancé and your arm and come to me, I'll sweep her from your side before
you even know it.
Georg grimaced in disbelief.
His father merely nodded toward Georg's corner, clenching the truth of what he said.
Oh, how you amused me today when you came and asked me if you should write your friend
about the engagement.
Why, he knows everything.
You stupid boy, he knows everything.
I've been writing to him because you forgot to take away my writing things.
That's why he hasn't visited here for years.
He knows everything a hundred times better than you do yourself.
He crumples up your letters in his left hand without reading them while he holds up my letters
in his right hand to read them.
He enthusiastically swung his arm over his head.
He knows everything a thousand times better.
He cried.
Ten thousand times said Georg to ridicule his father, but in his mouth the words sounded
deadly earnest.
For years now I've been expecting you to come with this question.
Do you think I care about anything else?
Do you believe I read newspapers?
Look!
And he threw Georg a newspaper page which had somehow been carried along into the bed.
An old newspaper, its name entirely unknown to Georg.
How long you hesitated before you matured.
Mother had to die.
She could not live to see the joyful day.
Your friend is going to the dogs in his Russia.
Three years ago he was already yellow enough to be dumped out and as for me you can see
what condition I am in.
You do have eyes in your head.
So you've been lying in ambush for me.
You've been lying in a pitying tone.
His father casually said, you probably wanted to say that before, but now it's no longer
suitable.
And more loudly.
So now you know what else there was in the world besides you.
Previously you only knew about yourself.
You were truly an innocent child but you were even more truly a diabolical man.
And therefore no.
I hereby condemn you to death by drowning.
Georg felt hounded from the room.
His ears still rang with the crash of his father behind him falling on the bed.
Hurrying down the steps as if they were a sloping plane, he ran into his housekeeper who
was about to go upstairs and clean the apartment after the night.
Jesus, she cried, covering her face with her apron but he was already outside.
He leaped from the front door and dashed across the roadway, driven toward the water.
He was already clutching the railing the way a hungry man clutches food.
He swung himself over like the outstanding gymnast he had been in his youth, the pride
of his parents.
He was still clutching tight with weakening hands when he spied a bus between the railing
bars.
It would easily drown out the sound of his fall.
He softly cried, dear parents, I have always loved you.
And let himself drop.
At that moment a simply endless stream of traffic was passing across the bridge.
Okay.
And now oh oh.
But yes if always of that you have time to think of something.
Now you understand this,right?!
I've enough food and nights ..
That always you answer ..
Ah, you, not dime, that can't I go outside!
Now, you fool is off.
That too makes me a unit-series!
The medallists of the Union!
For Christmas you're the great stars!
And Captain Hammererst novel heir.
I'll piss a little bogging you,
Daeguaiw
That's a gas train!
I'm not your fake machine!
Just stretch, stretch!
That's it!
I'm a hot shits!
And we're gonna start now!
Oh yeah!
Ciao, ciao!
Wild, ciao!
Get it!
I'm going to get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
We can go away
Such a different dream!
Where we at?
We're ain't nobody's touch
We can go away!
I'm broke, broken down, turned, turned around, round, round, round, round, round,
over again, I've got so a good new heart, only one, it's any difference what I say,
I saw some time in the bedroom, well, but wait, the rain ain't always dark,
when you go away, saw some time in the bedroom, well but wait, the rain ain't always dark,
when you go away, saw some time in the bedroom, well but wait, the rain ain't always dark,
when you go away, saw some time in the bedroom, well but wait, the rain ain't always dark,
when you go away
Free of my girls only in here, poor foe...
This story has comprendre many yummly sequel about the end
Oh, Rengebo...
He knocked him and was stubbornly surprised.
If we didn't quatread together...
Do you think you know are you a Llaner and δερόтذ?
Yes, do you think we beat that?
I don't think you've ever been to…
... Mengeлибай...
... and the stains of his eyes tearουν goodbye.
Who told the Holy Year is going out
ommes
3000
круп собир
gew스타 admiral
in the middle of my Battleous horn you steal
I don't like it, everyone is going to fly.
And then the sun came, and they couldn't do anything.
And after 9 months, the child was born.
The sun was shining, but with a small flame.
The sun was shining, but with a small flame.
The sun was shining, but with a small flame.
The sun was shining, but with a small flame.
Burning in the distance, pendant in the road,
fog of coca vu.
ج robotics
And, as expected, musicians increased their popularity as well
seviishing plane
and scary charisma by Pedro
walls are hidden forever
never laughed
Covid-19 pandemic
And the memory grows
But I remembered something in his turn
stop out your books, no more artists forЁ
Life can be so beautiful, but it's not so easy to make up your mind.
Questions with no answers left to find.
Life can be so colorful, try to change the color in your head turn white tonight.
I keep on surging, find a solution for this misery, try to find what life's supposed to be.
I know it's worth it, I will find the key eventually you'll see.
Did I make you fun now, leaving everything behind?
You're free now, turn your other round now, no more pages left with me.
You're free now.
Life can be a miracle, just let go of suffering now and you will see.
I keep on surging, find a solution for this misery, try to find what life's supposed to be.
I know it's worth it, I will find the key eventually you'll see.
Did I make you fun now, leaving everything behind?
You're free now, turn your other round now, no more pages left with me.
You're free now.
You're free.
You're free.
You're free.
You're free.
Did I make you fun now, leaving everything behind?
You're free now.
You're free.
You're free now.
You're free now.
Did I make you fun now, leaving everything behind?
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
You're free now.
This is Stransheid
Stransheid with a special presentation
Today you have cracked
health is a very good health
a woman calls me at the fall of a nephew
she despises to beg for 36
all men who have forced someone at an hour
They are.-
and when that happens, I will see
the nextlightly advisable conditions
will be taken
Neem the distance from building age improve in your business,
you should comfortably write to yourself or book the same day.
Always sent descended down touf from destruction and quit settling millions of lives as a model,
leaving that kind of loss you cannot change.
Soften own structure alive through days of illness,
less disturbing the most beloved, most wicked 편
in the past, activities sequentially or airless sequ Grasshoppers
to improve your mood.
You have to give a lesson to your life.
For example, if you want to be happy,
you have to listen to your needs to get more to work.
You need to learn more about your life,
to experience better moments.
Therefore, you have to invest yourself in it
and let your mind and mind be at ease.
You want to learn more about your life,
to experience better moments.
We are able to get a better contact
with a different psychology.
Perhaps, it is a more intense change.
When you can get contact with your family,
you can contact your family,
for your information and the second line, GGZ.
I will be talking about this letter to my family.
It is long.
Dine is the next one.
I am 27 years old.
I am using my legs.
There, the next one is going to be the next one.
A mutual procession.
I have been doing three million real lives.
The rose has been plowed through the mountains.
She is very angry with her beloved friends.
She is not the most beautiful mother,
not the most beloved one.
It is the most difficult day of the night.
She is very angry with her.
Our lives, our houses, our houses,
our houses, our houses,
our houses, our houses,
and once again,
the very dear,
dear beloved, no possibility to be together.
I, what does my word mean?
The director of the middle-aged school,
not only me, but also me.
I can always say that,
many things do not mean it.
The few articles read the NRC,
or the most few things in the world,
that is what I am talking about.
The women talk about the two validations,
and then they see each other,
where they will be able to meet their own friends.
The one that falls on the other,
oh, that I have also had in the family.
Sarcosidosen, yes, oh, yes, yes, that is Ergwer,
the power of Hurt,
in the coconut, the world-like me.
Kandas, Hupa, Fedana,
Somnian,
Samsara,
Sinyana.
Yes, the ten worlds,
El, Unger,
animality, anger,
humanity,
rapture,
and nerve-winning,
realization,
but a subtle Buddha.
The single life moment in full 3000 years.
The Netherlands,
and also thought,
that it is possible to take care of her,
that I, on one,
the people of the children,
between the square and the boulevard,
of their own city,
do not know each other again,
and a spectacular world will be able to meet again.
The real rottens,
in a unknown time,
that a eschatological vision of the Third Endowed,
and itself thus the Dolen Departifal,
the Rijn Edward,
who, by his will,
had lived and heard the evidence
to become a late deity.
You are here.
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
