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49 - 15 - And if it were still her luck, sc could have healed her, and even his wound might have been slow. But in September 1839, when c now vcr two years, met him the news that Fanny had died at the birth of her first child, - none met her more than him. At that time, Stifter of Jean Paul plötzlieh had gone away. Since then he has gone into Goethe's work. It was as if cb had entered one of his heather forests out of confusion with the original thicket. And light and Künle were constantly increasing. Only a few days ago he found strangely unexpected consolation in the old and late works of the greater, especially where he found the tamed language of renunciation, in the final part of the »Faust« and in the late-summer verses of the last years. Wasn't all this only developed before the earliest of two decades? Did Gcethe, the olympic, to whom the contemporary looked strange, though contemplative as to a mountain of tendon, not have to be close to him? Stifter went down to his closet, hcb the lampstand, put it on the table, lighted it calmly, almost solemnly, and then pulled Goethe's poems out of the book series. He did not look for long in the narrow volume. D8 he had the words that he brewed. There were only two lines above a great pain-moving voice, the »Marienbader Elegie«. The two lines were: »And when the Menseh was silent in his torment, gave me a Gctt to tell me what I was suffering.« Then Adalbert Stifter sat down on one of the two single straw armchairs of his room and read the whole poem. Outside the window, however, the weather light had slowly gone into lightning and thunder. Stifter saw the windows.Outside, the girl hastily wrestled against the Kcrridcrtür.She had tied herself to her red Schnuztueh, because the first heavy drops fell. Her first question was: »Does he not?« Stifters could keep her calm,