THE SECRETARY TO THE RUSSIAN PROTECTOR IN THINGS AND IN MORAVA, PRAGUE, inv. 2373, sig. 109-12/18

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44 - 10 - He knew more and more clearly, even his teaching was not there really, what it was about. He was with body and soul at his hours. And a few days ago, when he was given prospects that he could also become a tutor with the prince Metternich, one wanted to see the relationship with him, the decision in him worked more and more clearly through, to then give the chancellor a green light to how necessary in Austria a school retreat was. One could not believe that he was only willing to wear fairy tales and knight's pieces to the children's family celebrations for Christmas Eve. He was aware of his fundamental, even overturning, papal thoughts. At the old Herder he had gone to school. It was possible to get to know the "education of the human vision" from the ground up. How little one had understood of these ideas so far. At the Vclksschule one had to start, at the subordination of the peasants and craftsmen. That was certain. He would prove to the prince that the "Landschulmeister is one of the most important persons in the state". And the founder - he knew that - bypassed every professional determination towards the future. He was not an official and did not want to be as long as he could be avoided. The free fortune of being able to train young men and women, - how should he be preserved, he was first encircled in the school subject. He now went up the steps. Then a new insight came to him. Did not the desire for his own child wait behind his hunger for human development4? They were married for almost three years now. Every year on November 15th, they celebrated the day conscientiously, and in the Augustinian church of the Vcrstadt Landstrasse they had promised themselves eternal fidelity. But this year, too, they were not alone. Donors went faster. It got hot in the dull Treppenhaus. For the first time he realized how alone he was in the middle of this giant city. Scnst always stood the door