Delphine Lettau, Charles Franks, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. IMMENSEE BY THEODOR W. STORM TRANSLATED BY C. W. BELL M. A. Immensee By Theodor Storm. ‘Immensee’ is around forty pages long. So, it is closer to a long short story or a short novella. The story starts with. Theodor Storm (), one of the leading literary Realists of the nineteenth century, achieved world-wide popularity with the novella Immensee in

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Under his arm he carried a long, gold-headed cane; his dark eyes, in which the whole of his long-lost youth seemed to have centred, and which contrasted strangely with his snow-white hair, gazed calmly on the sights around him or peered into the town below as it lay before him, bathed in the haze of sunset.

He promises the girl that he will write to her immense and will come back soon.

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This page was last edited on 23 Augustat At last he stammered out: As the coach rumbled round the corner of the street he saw her dear form once more as she slowly wended her way home. Reinhard entrusts his personal diary to Elisabeth, who is unsettled by the many poems he dedicated to her.

Mother always puts her spinning-wheel away in the corner as early as half-past nine. It lacks body, depth or grit and feels, instead, like a sensitive-withdrawing rejoinder. What has become of it? The story was worth reading for this beautiful evocation of nature alone.

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A bit distressing story in poetic languages. I wish Storm’s females were more real ikmensee less flawless. Retrieved from ” https: There Reinhard finds a parcel. Here he made many new friendships among boys of his own age, but this did not interrupt his comings and goings with Elisabeth. The old man now passed through the broad hall, through an inner hall, wherein against the walls stood inmensee oaken chests bearing porcelain vases; then through the door opposite he entered a small lobby, from which a narrow staircase led to the upper rooms at the back of the house.

It follows that the study of foreign languages will assume an ever- increasing importance; indeed, so far as language, literature, and music are concerned, one may safely assert that fas est et ab hoste doceri. It was in the meadow that Reinhard, with Elisabeth’s help, had built a house out of sods of grass. Before the close of the afternoon Reinhard and some other students immenaee sitting together at an old oak table in the Ratskeller.


Here Eric opened a door and they passed into a spacious room that opened into a garden. I have been able to read just one immehsee till now.

His road now led almost steeply down the mountain-side, so that the trees that had once stood below him again gave strm their shade, but at the same time cut off from him the view of the lake, which only now and then peeped out between the gaps in the branches.

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The local folk songs, peppered throughout, are a bit cloying and oh-too-appropriate, beating us over the head with what we already see. I have rarely read feelings described that I could so closely relate to. It was only in that he was able to return to Husum, where in he became a judge of the Court of Appeals.

At length he saw a cart slowly coming up from below. The wind was sweeping through the deserted streets; old and young alike were sitting together at home in family parties; the second period of Christmas Eve celebrations had begun.

He promises the girl that he will write to her regularly and will come back soon. Outside in the garden the sparrows were already chirping their patter [Footnote: The story was worth reading for this beautiful evocation of nature stogm.

At the farm he met the coachman, who was about to turn the carriage horses out into the pasture; the travellers had just returned. Looking for beautiful books?

Immensee by Theodor Storm

He looked at her doubtingly, for never had she done that before; but now it was as if some strange thing was coming between them. For a long while he walked up and down his room, talking softly to himself, and then, under his breath, he murmured: The mother meanwhile immejsee busy with her needlework, while Eric listened attentively, with one hand clasped in the other.


He is overwhelmed by a desire to return home. Although he will pursue his education in town, Reinhard promises to continue writing fairy tales for her and send them by letter to his mother. Maybe after a few years. Eric had stood back by the door, with joy beaming from his eyes.

A stone’s throw from the land he perceived a white water-lily. I can’t help thinking of it every time he comes in at the door, and it sttorm really too funny; but don’t tell mother, it might easily make her angry. A splendid little novella I believe recommended by Joshua, thanks man! I am thinking of taking long walks. She took a brown spray out of the tin case. At this moment in at the door came her mother, key-basket on arm. I hated Eric for not being able to see what should have been plain to see, and was disappointed in Reinhard for not saying what was in his heart all along.

Looking forward to hearing your thoughts on it. At last he halted before a high, gabled house, cast one more glance out toward the town, and then passed into the hall.

In less time than it takes to smoke half a pipe of tobacco you’ll be at the lake side, and the manor is hard by. Recently managed to get kmmensee German version from a vintage store. It is a pure, simple and sad-ending love story, in which he tried to show us the great grief we might achieve for ignoring our promises or letting the chance go by so simply, he tries to show us that the chance comes only once.

Sometimes people find it so hard to make that leap. There are no discussion topics on this book yet.

The quintessential German romantic novella of unfulfilled love where the main character is unable to reconcile romantic idealized love with earthy practical life. Outside the world lay bathed in morning light, the drops of pearly dew caught on the spiders’ webs glistened in the first rays immesee the rising sun.