A German Christmas: Festive Tales From Berlin to Bavaria (Vintage Christmas Tales, 2)

Product Information

In addition, I didn't like how the countries are listed in the Table of Contents but not at the end of the works themselves, and similarly I didn't like that the original publication dates weren't included in the Table of Contents but they are at the end of each work instead. Title, author, country, and date should have been included both with the Table of Contents and the works themselves. Separated out as they are, it is quite disorienting. CHRISTMAS WITH THE BUDDENBROOKS Thomas Mann- Different members of a family enjoy Christmas together with some uncomfortable incidents.-1901 Good

A continuation of the very popular Very Christmas series conveying a festive spirit from the place where many Christmas traditions were invented. A delightful and unpredictable collection redolent of candle-lit trees, St. Nikolaus, gingerbread, the Christkindl, roast goose and red cabbage, Gugelhopf and stollen cakes, accompanied by plenty of schnapps. his eyes as if deep in thought. Then he got up again. “Well, my boy, have fun with it,” he said, stroking Hanno’s hair. “But not too much. And don’t neglect your schoolwork because of it, do you hear? I’ve made my share of mistakes.... But now I’m off to the Club. I’m going to the Club for a bit,” he called to the other adults. “They’re having a Christmas party, too. Until later.” And he left, walking down the columned hall on stiff, bowed legs.

Retailers:

With this key figure of German literature, the movement of Weimar classicism in the late 18th and early 19th centuries coincided with Enlightenment, sentimentality (Empfindsamkeit), Sturm und Drang, and Romanticism. The author of the scientific text Theory of Colours, he influenced Darwin with his focus on plant morphology. He also long served as the privy councilor ("Geheimrat") of the duchy of Weimar. We nodded. “You’re funny,” Frieda said. “Why don’t you just go to the Grunewald forest and steal one?” I have seen Father outraged many times, but never as outraged as he was this evening. He went pale as chalk. “Are you serious?” he asked hoarsely. Frieda was very surprised. “Of course,” she said, “that’s what everyone does.” “Everyone!” Father echoed, “everyone!” He stood up stiffly and took my hand. “You’ll permit me,” he the dog howled by the hour together, so that my grandmother, herself very worn and weary by then, said, “You mark my words; there’ll soon be somebody dying in our neighborhood now, when the dog howls like that! God comfort the poor soul!” And a little while after that Moss-Maggie fell ill, and when winter came she died. In her last moments she held both my father and mother by the hand and uttered the words, “May God requite you a thousand and a thousandfold, CHRISTMAS SHOPPING Arthur Schnitzler- A play about too old lovers meeting while Christmas shopping. Reminds me of Guy de Maupassant's writing, Very Good 1892

Then Friedrichshain park appeared before us and we fell silent. The blue spruce that Father had his eye on stood in the middle of a round flower bed of roses covered in straw. It was a good meter and a half tall and a model of regular growth. As the earth was frozen only just under the surface it didn’t take long at all before Father had exposed the roots. Then we carefully tipped the CHRISTMAS EVE Peter Rosegger-A remembrance of a Christmas Eve when a young boy lost on a path after midnight mass and rescued by a mad widowed old lady. 1877, a favorite!! Loved it! Now we did begin to feel sad. Not very sad; but at any rate it was enough for Frieda to furrow her brows even more than she usually did and ask us what was up. We had got used to keeping our troubles to ourselves, but not this time; and Father told her. Frieda listened carefully. “That’s it?” In the Outer Suburbs (Stamm) - 2 stars (not much to do with Christmas - or Germany for that matter - it takes place in Manhattan) Christmas with the Buddenbrooks - 3.75 stars (charming - hustle & bustle of Christmas Day from child's point of view )Anatol—Here you are, but there’s a cab. Gabrielle—Could you wave it down? Anatol—You’re in a hurry, all of a sudden?! Gabrielle—Please! [He waves down the taxi.] I thank you. But what are we doing to do about the gift ...? Anatol—Here, it’s stopped. Gabrielle—Here, please take these flowers, these simple flowers. They’re nothing more than a never amounted to much. I’ve made some big mistakes, let me tell you.” He lectured his nephew with sober insistence, while Hanno looked up at him in curiosity. But then, after a pause, during which his bony, gaunt face brightened again as he examined the theater, he suddenly brought one of the figures forward on the stage and, in a hollow, croaking vibrato, began to sing, “Oh, what horrible offenses!” And then he pushed the harmonium stool over in front of the stage, sat down, and began putting on an opera, singing upon her husband’s grave; from which she could never more tear herself away to return to her own district— where, indeed, she would have been just as lonely and homeless as everywhere else. Of her circumstances we could learn nothing more definite: we could only conjecture that the woman had once been happy and certainly in her right mind; and that grief for the loss of her mate had robbed her of reason. We all loved her, for she lived peacefully and contentedly with all and caused nobody the least