Good old days in Leipzig. Frank was at the conservatoire at that time; Helmut was a small boy, spoilt, ill-bred, but distinctly talented.
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
Now that he knew the ultimate purpose of his journey – to play music – he almost fainted and could barely move his legs.
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
In the cheerful family scene he stuck out like a guest on a reluctant courtesy visit.
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
He was in no position to ask questions.
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
Rilke cheered splashing not unlike one of those sparrows.
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
‘Unbelievable,’ Rilke thought. ‘An inch of wood separating me from normal life. Spring, freedom. Sunshine. Chats with friends over a beer or two. Girls. Better not to think about it.’
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
‘Good man… But spineless. By the looks of him he gave up a long time ago. Pity, because his kind doesn’t survive. I’m different. I’ll never give up.’
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
But the greatest inconvenience of all was the uncertainty.
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
‘You mean the autobahns and the swastikas? I got the picture all right. I don’t need to see it again.’
Anna Avdeevaцитирапреди 9 години
‘Something’s about to happen,’ she sensed. And then there were those calls from Florence which she didn’t like at all. Something was building up.