GERMAN STATE MINISTRY FOR CHECH AND MORAV, PRAGUE (1906) 1939 - 1945 (1965), inv. 684, sig. 110-4/535

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English Translation

And as I seek my animals for pulling, jumping, laying eggs, giving milk, and guarding, so I seek for myself my people who are to reign, because I want to be with you, nobles, and you are them! Guide us, guide us, decree, decreed, ruled, ruled and took again the places that belong to you, as long as you are a race and remain a race! You can't want everything and fulfill it all. It's too short a time for a zealous person to do so. You rule, but we study, you decree, we gladly submit, until the time when it's our turn to make an order that you don't know. Have you remained a race, a kind and a blow? Are you still who were when you took all the thrones, courts, seats, all the tops of the historical world? Do you still have the five characteristics by which one recognizes lords, which one wants to follow: the blue-eyed, white-skinned, long-suffering, blond and tall? Does the unmixed body still flow within you, which is the one who builds the mind? Are fabrics and bandages in your flesh still clear, determined, unanimous and clear? And do you still intend to let yourself in your virtues and increase? If I expect greater achievements from my juckers and foxes than from them, then I am a gate. Breeding is pointed to the future, breeding only increases the next generation. How is it now possible for your future to be achieved? Have you, because you have been pushed from the elevated places, gone from your good care and breeding habits? Does Kropfzeug get married, wears and brings bent, dyed, depressed children? Then, of course, then it's no different, then I whistle Trudlern and Warmbieren immediately my side river and sit in time tomorrow in Berlin. But it's not you! I have seen hundreds of you, heard of hundreds of yourselves, who, in the view of their ancestors, were conscious of the good traditions of their house, knowing the old unconscious intentions and doing an extraordinary thing in their care of their body and sex, finally manifested themselves in the future in the choice of their husbands in such a way that, in good expectation, all hopes were surpassed and a young nobility grew up, who in everything that was over old, a glow and outpouring of splendour on long distances ahead of the journey. Today, when everything is falling apart, have you already done something to collect it? Have you already explored the tape in which you should all go together, which lies around you like around the seven arrows in the bundle, which cannot break the knees and the hand? Those who are of good and best origin, who have lost or dare not claim your places to which you have listened, because others resist it, who cannot fill it, — who, as your being, see the nobility and as its edition of its preservation, your preservation and to take the great right word, your discipline before your eyes, what have you done to pour your powers into a bowl from which they break like a healing stream over the meadows and pastures of the people? Chance is a strong power, but the hand behind the back, which one knows! Good or evil hides, one does not prefer to it the outstretched, which points over a field to a raised place, from which it is said: who goes there, has found the direction? The direction is discipline. Don't you want to make a pilgrimage to the far-off upliftment of the people? Do you not want to ease the way by your support, you who have it easier to go to a place where we all move our prosperity: because you are so much ahead of us than your blood is purer than ours? Don't you still reason today the nobility League, which demands more than letters, names and fiefs, blood, color and lines? So that you can find more easily and more blood, line and color, in which we know and say it, everything lies? Kurt Gerlach. Therefore, who loves favorably for our blondeness, love according to strength. Who can free beneficial for our blondness, the free. Good, well-educated children always give us right. They are the sense of love. Kurt Gerlach