If one should believe him he had journeyed across the entire world. Yes, he was even rich in new artistic impressions. He had visited museums and studied paintings.
He appreciated only the dimensions of a painting. Perlefter liked to say, âColossal! Such a painting!â He was actually only describing its size. His highest praise was âAs large as the wall!â
He sought to discover how long the painter of such a work had worked on it. Since returning home from his travels he read the art news for two hours a day. One time he went to an auction. He brought back to the house a painting of a dark-green sea on which a boat with two sailors rocked. He hung the painting in the salon and showed it to all his guests. âWhen Iâm weary,â he said, âI place a chair in front of the painting, sit myself down and study it. I could look at it for hours. This is art!â
Meanwhile, his daughter Karoline, the one they called Line, was annoyed. Yes, she was bold and said, âYou donât understand anything, Father!â Then Frau Perlefter began to weep. She could not tolerate it when someone was offended.
But Perlefter didnât concern himself with his daughterâs criticism. He regarded her as the least worthy of his children. âIf someone has studied,â said Perlefter, quite correctly, âone knows what one wants. God knows what will come of this Line! Frau Kempen hasnât been around?â
Exactly! Frau Kempen came after a few days. As a precaution she had a list with her, but with her glassy and blind eyes she could not decipher a single name and refused to wear glasses. Herr Perlefter took the list from her hand and read, âAlbert Koch, officer of Goldlust and Co., thirty-five years old; John Mitterwald, born inAmerica, very rich; Alex Warjuschin, from Moscow, fled from the Bolsheviks.â
Perlefter interrupted the list and said reproachfully, âNothing but strangers! Nobody knows who their parents are! If Iâm going to give my child to someone I must know who, what and how he is!â
âFirst we should hear more!â urged Frau Perlefter, for she was afraid that Frau Kempen would be offended.
But Frau Kempen once again knew nothing of the parents.
âCome with very precise information,â said Herr Perlefter. âYou need to treat this like a business. If someone offers me something â¦â At this point Perlefter broke off. He was embarrassed to admit that he looked at his sons-in-law from a business perspective.
However, Karoline had proceeded with a significant change. She dressed herself carefully, she wore flowers on her chest and flowers stood ever in her room in various drinking glasses that had disappeared from their normal place in the household. I watched as Line blossomed and was young again, and once I ran into her on the outskirts of the city where there was a decent railway station but also pretty meadows. She sat on a bench with a young man. She rose and asked me not to mention this.
âNaturally!â I said.
Then something surprising happened. Karoline gave me a kiss. Oh! If only she had given me this kiss when she still wore a braid and swayed her hips.
The young man was a poor chemist. He had one arm in a sling and had shoddy boots and a battered hat. Hewas certain he wanted to be an inventor. So Karoline went her own way. I later learned that they had a small apartment, Karoline and the young man. One day I was invited over to celebrate the birthday of the young man (his name was Rudolf). We sat, the three of us, and drank and ate moderate but festive things. A purple silk tie lay on the table wrapped in thin paper. Karoline had purchased it. Karoline and Rudolf kissed constantly. Rudolf had injuries on all his fingers â he was quite diligent in his experiments. He wanted to marry as soon as he succeeded with his invention.
But, after three months passed and still no success, Karoline took the
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