"A really beautiful fountain. How long this one here already has well stood? How a date usually is not struck, otherwise." Two women in the sedate age stand in front of a fountain which dates from the twelfth century. In turn this is in a small and inconspicuous place in which fox and rabbit good tell themselves night. It is not even drawn wrong on customary maps, to this it is too small. Its population amounts just to sixty-one.
These two ladies have come like most other visitors of this place by chance here. You missed a departure and they already stood here. This only lay, though, that the municipality which was responsible for the describing woods refused insistently to adapt the signposts to the new conditions for the traffic control. Whether this can, though, consciously, how some claimed in this place so, was made to attract guests do you do not comprehend exactly in the reason.
Anyway the business profits, this one there is three in this place, of this but considerable. It should suit you fine if the municipality would not change the traffic control. You earn themselves an extra income through this.
The place is picturesque. No renewals destroy the view place what relatively embellish this place for one, if one loves the old, makes. The guests, when they went astray here, anyway were always enthusiastic. How often had one of the guests already enquired why here for this place not made to any advertising, then? But the municipality did not want this. With the grounds, this then would attract too many guests who wanted to live here perhaps also for ever. And then tranquillity and quiet would disappear in this place. What was understood of everybody also for certain?
We come back to these two guests, excuse me, ladies again. You could not part with this fountain. Again and again they hoofed it around it and took their pictures in every only conceivable way.
„You could go on again, too.“ A voice of a sheer sound almost spare as a bell but so quietly that everybody could not hear it, it admonished to it to go on.
What Rosemarie? has said you „, „ could not define it, however, exactly, the other lady was noble cosily called that way asked because she had
heard something.
„I have said nothing at all. I have a look at only the fountain and am so speechless about this thing.“
„You have but for certain said something. I have heard you speaking anyway. And do not say again I get senile. Because this is not correct.“ Your voice sounded forceful and raised itself a little. Rosemarie had already too often said to it: „You already get slowly senile.“ Because she did not always hear everything. Of course as in the case of most people. If they want to hear nothing, then they hear nothing. But what they want to hear hears this them.
„I have just said that I have said nothing. And therefore you do not need yet for a long time to raise your voice.“ Also it got a little forceful. But one should not care for it. Both of these were always that way to each other. In the reason of their heart they loved themselves. Yes, they really loved themselves. Yes, they really loved themselves. You were, today's youth would express it so lesbianly. And they stood to it.
Like still, something noble cosily grumbled into their light down but only as loud as it could hear it. It did not want to stir the exigent situation up still further. But it had nevertheless still to mumble. „And you have said something anyway.“
„No, it said nothing. I have said something.“
The fright went for it to the members. She turned round the axis of her own a few times and sought the one who said this to her. She had understood every word this time. Also had got clear to her, this did not come from her friend. Fear spread in its body. Fear, because she saw nobody around herself.
„Have you heard this now, too?“ Full of fear and abashedly picked her at the sleeve of the friend. But this did not answer but shook only the head and imagined her part. She really had heard nothing. But only this was due to it because she was far too engaged in the fountain. And could never concentrate on two things at the same time. No, she had heard nothing. She shook only the head again. Meanwhile, your friend further picked at her sleeve.
„Let us disappear fast from here. I am not quite horrified at the thing.“ And Rosemarie pulled her friend away of this fountain with that. But no-one felt noble cosily actually yet like going again. She still wanted to stay best of all a whole while. She felt well nearby the fountain. But for the kind peace's sake she gave way to her friend and followed.
„However, this also became time.“ Rosemarie heard only a voice again. Nobody could be seen, though.
The inhabitants of this place knew about the strange events of the fountain. None of them stayed at this place for some time. On the contrary. Most avoided the place. The inhabitants did not know so exactly either but what happened there at long last. On the contrary, they did not want to know it. And left it.
And it happened again that people missed the junction and landed in this little place. It was a whole group in a coach at once this time. One should think a bus-driver would ask about the route correctly before beginning of the journey.
But this did not seem to be that way with all drivers. Or perhaps it also had been intention of this driver. Perhaps he wanted to bring the inhabitants a small extra income at which he perhaps also a little earned.
Anyway is it wants like it, the guests landed here. In the middle of the place the driver had stopped of course exactly in front of the only inn which there was. And as chance also joined in, it was straight lunchtime. Most of the guests could not be asked twice and entered the inn. It was comfortable, established purely to not say and invited to staying really.
A couple of other guests did not care for a meal but found out the nearer landscape. Three, guests, very young fellows opened themselves for it in the direction of the fountain. This fountain you had immediately noticed him on the arrival and it moved in any way magical.
Himself saw it a girl of already far, as it, it dazzled nearly, had made comfortable on this fountain the beauty. She sat with the back for the opening and let the legs dangle forwards. She was not older
than twenty-two the appearance to judge. The young boys accelerated their steps and ran more than they went.
He was just eighteen, arrived first there the youngest of the threes. With a kind „hello!“ he welcomed the fair maid. It gave him a smile with a charm, that almost the senses faded from him. He got boiling hot in his airy ravine. Perhaps the outside temperature in this place was twenty or twenty-one degrees but all three stood around the girl now and began to sweat. You could not explain themselves, what was the reason for this sweat hustle and bustle but the sight of this girl compensated everything.
A conversation you were lying around and none of the bachelors dared to they constantly stared at the beauty to start. It seemed to feel comfortable with. It unflusteredly gave each of the row a smile after.
After an assessment of approximately a quarter hour the youngest edged himself heart and it asked for its name. „Jasmina“, she gave in such a soft voice of himself which had the heart melted at
the threes.
Slowly thawed all three and flirted with the beauty, what the things kept. „Jochen, I am Jochen.“ The youngest one was also the most courageous of all of them. But the other ones did not want to take second place to him and mentioned the row according to your names. „Klaus.“ More shyly than courageous the oldest person produced his words. „And I am Rudi.“ The last one noticed in the group. One said, she had adapted herself to Jochen for it, but everybody could do it be at long last. This one seemed to her to please best. She was particularly positive about him. Not but a tic more, that she was not also positive about the other ones, with Jochen.
The others two had noticed, they did not have any chance with the lady, they said goodbye to it in due politeness and went after their ways. Not so Jochen. He was still fire and flame. He did not want to part with her. And Jasmina also liked this. With eyes and gestures she asked it to liven up more. She tied it up really to herself. But Jochen Hunger got after a while. Therefore he tried to persuade her to go out to eat something with him.
But all his entreaty and begging brought nothing in. Jasmina remained steadfast, however, promised to be for him there in the evening again.
„However, I do not know at all yet whether we stay here or whether we afterwards drive on again. Therefore I cannot promise you to come here tonight again.“
You will come, I know this „ „, murmured her in a tone as it had never belonged to something like that. It really had you to tie up a spell from which there was no escape on this.
Jochen gave way to his stomach and said goodbye to her. Jasmina still waved to him a while. When he then looked around for it again, it had disappeared. He searched over the area with his eyes, but he could discover it nowhere. This somehow was for him not quite horrifying. But as him its face introduced itself in spirit, all doubts had disappeared.
He met his friends in the inn again. One asked "success had, Na, ?" the two. But Jochen put off. He wanted to say nothing to it. Inside was already
clear for him, he wanted to begin with Jasmina more, as it was kind actually. But he did not inform his friends about it.
"I hope anyway you have said goodbye to her. We drive on in an hour again." Klaus looked at him questioningly. But Jochen did not even twitch with the shoulders. He was silent.
When it set about going to the bus again, Jochen still had an urgent need fast allegedly. He informed his friends about it and made himself on the corridor to the toilet while the friends were going to the bus. The bus-driver already stood at the bus and admonished the comers to the hurry. Because one finally still wanted to reach the real aim today. No-one noticed hectic rush and hurry all this into, whether Jochen had already got in at all. Only when the bus was several kilometres from this place away, Klaus asked for his friend. But no-one had seen him since then. Was more important than to Klaus to the driver and the situation reported in this, driving back again but this was not ready still willing. He thought on the contrary Jochen must see how he would home or even come to the aim again.
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