tailieunhanh - The Golden Flower Pot By E. T. A. Hoffman

He glided slowly past; and at last turned down the Elbe road, which at that time happened to be quite empty. Beneath an elder-tree, which had grown out through the wall, he found a kind green resting place: here he sat down, and filled a pipe from the Sanitätsknaster, or health-tobacco-box, of which his friend the Conrect | The Golden Flower Pot E. T. A. Hoffman DODO I WI PRESS The Golden Flower Pot First Vigil On Ascension Day about three o clock in the afternoon in Dresden a young man dashed through the Schwarzthor or Black Gate and ran right into a basket of apples and cookies which an old and very ugly woman had set out for sale. The crash was prodigious what wasn t squashed or broken was scattered and hordes of street urchins delightedly divided the booty which this quick gentleman had provided for them. At the fearful shrieking which the old hag began her fellow vendors leaving their cake and brandy tables surrounded the young man and with plebian violence scolded and stormed at him. For shame and vexation he uttered no word but merely held out his small and by no means particularly well-filled purse which the old woman eagerly seized and stuck into her pocket. The hostile ring of bystanders now broke but as the young man started off the hag called after him Ay run run your way Devil s Bird You ll end up in the crystal The crystal The screeching harsh voice of the woman had something unearthly in it so that the promenaders paused in amazement and the laughter which at first had been universal instantly died away. The Student Anselmus for the young man was no other even though he did not in the least understand these singular phrases felt himself seized with a certain involuntary horror and he quickened his steps still more until he was almost running to escape the curious looks of the multitude all of whom were staring at him. As he made his way through the crowd of well-dressed people he heard them muttering on all sides Poor young fellow Ha What a vicious old witch The mysterious words of the old woman oddly enough had given this ludicrous adventure a sort of sinister turn and the youth previously unobserved was now regarded with a certain sympathy. The ladies because of his fine figure and handsome face which the glow of inward anger rendered still more expressive forgave him