Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. Annette von Droste-Hülshoff’s The Jew’s Beech (Die Judenbuche) is brilliantly constructed with apparent artlessness on a platform of paradoxes. It is a tale that . Die Judenbuche / The Jew’s Beech-Tree: German | English (German and English Edition) [Annette von Droste-Hülshoff, Lillie Winter] on *FREE*.

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The father loved him very much, and never came home without bringing him a bit of cake, or something of that sort, and people even thought he had improved since the birth of his child; at least the noise in the de was much less.

Probably her reason can be found in her shrewd and conscious self-sufficiency. Nevertheless dawn was beginning to appear before the watchmen had managed, as noiselessly as possible, to surround poor Margaret’s house. Frederick approached her timidly; with her black ribbons and troubled looks his mother seemed to him a sinister figure.


The Jew’s Beech

But in spite of all the sorrows of his mother, Frederick was a healthy, pretty child, and throve in the good air.

The strange thing was that the people in the neighborhood seemed to know as little about it as the rangers themselves. What had been a railing round courtyard and garden had become a neglected fence, the roof was ruinous, other people’s cattle jydenbuche pastured on the meadow, other people’s corn grew in the field beyond the courtyard, and in the garden, with the exception of a few woody rose-bushes left over from better times, more weeds grew than flowers.

The Baron looked at him with surprise and raised a warning finger; but John went on with his story. Because the local squire appears to make no progress in bringing the culprit to book, the Jews of the area band together and purchase the beech tree under which Aaron was found dead. So the two marched vigorously forwards, Simon with the firm tread of an experienced walker, Frederick unsteadily and as though in a dream.

In the bedroom a cupboard door banged, and the boy she called stepped forward, in one hand a so-called wooden violin, that is an old wooden shoe spanned with three or four old violin strings, in the other a bow worthy of his instrument. Simon Semmler was a restless little man, with fish-like eyes, and in fact his whole face was like a pike’s, a gloomy person, in whom bragging taciturnity and affected sincerity were equally mixed; judebbuche would like to have been thought an enlightened person, but who was really considered a disagreeable, quarrelsome fellow, out of whose way everybody was glad to keep as he got older, for with age dull people generally increase their demands as their usefulness decreases.


Three days later a fearful storm raged. Uncle, I have to thank you for a heavy load on my conscience. He was deadly pale when he reached the castle: From Breder Wood a figure emerged and began to make its eglish slowly towards the village; the wayfarer seemed very weak or ill; he groaned heavily, and dragged himself with great trouble through the snow.

Such was the evidence of the rangers; now it was the turn of the peasants. He would have given much to see his uncle’s face, but while they whispered together the sky had become overcast. Those who remained behind heard with indifference the gradually lessening noise of the wheels in the defiles, englsh went off to sleep again.

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The orchestra was brilliant; the first fiddle, a recognized artist, overpowered the second and a large bass viol with three strings which were scraped ad libitum by amateurs; a super-abundance of spirits and coffee; all the guests streaming with sweat; in fact a wonderful fete. The son of the swineherd who on that ill-fated evening had admired Frederick’s silver watch now lived in her house.

As well as being an outstanding work of the poetic-realist tradition, with its closely observed country setting and engish characters who are largely shaped by it, The Jew’s Beech may also be seen as a highly successful example of the German Novelle.

Friedrich is the obvious suspect, but he has little difficulty in establishing an alibi at the inexpertly conducted enquiry. They took their name from the identical dress which they wore to make it more difficult for them to be recognized in case a ranger should catch sight of one of them disappearing into the undergrowth.


The investigation was short, the verdict, death by violence, the probable murderer fled; the proof against him certainly strong, but not demonstrable without personal confession, his flight very suspicious. His face was even paler than usual. The following Sunday Frederick got up very early to go to confession. Suddenly a lamp was brought in and two men came in leading Margaret. When he reached the juenbuche the Baron found his clerk there.

The boy appeared to her to have fallen together, even his clothes were not the same, no, that was not her child! He had soon been forgotten. In that district it is believed that a person who dies by an accident cannot rest in his grave. On one such occasion – this time not a Sunday – she was seen to rush out of doors without cap or neckerchief, her hair hanging wildly round her head, and throw herself down beside a bed of herbs, where she began to grub up the earth with her hands; then glancing anxiously around her she picked a bunch of herbs and returned slowly towards the house, but went into the loft instead of the house.

Arrived at home, he found the entire entrance hall filled with servants gathered round two of the farm hands who had sunk down pale and breathless on the stairs.

The book is full of implications and red herrings while there is no definitive answer as to what actually happened. He drank slowly and in short gulps. General uproar; the maidens sprang aside, afraid of getting greasy, or pushed the delinquent on.

The boy was completely changed; the dreaminess had quite gone, he enlish more decided, began to pay attention to his appearance, and soon became known as a handsome, active youth. Di second year of this unhappy marriage was marked, one cannot say gladdened, by the birth of a son, for Margaret cried bitterly when the child was handed to her.