Redemption
forgive me mother! spare me a sermon, father! I have fallen
, oh, I think I shall die from humiliation and heartbreak!
she left me tonight for a prince from the gentry. Her last words:
“I cannot resist him. I cannot suffer the mediocre life any
longer – redeem me, remember me and don’t begrudge me!”
: proved once again how the world of capital rules over passion.
Where do I go now? Is suicide the pertinent act of a shamed
man as I? Or is it best to challenge the rich man the right of –
No! I cannot! My familiy, and I, will suffer the consequences.
If being a lackey is not enough excuse – then the rights of my
mother and father are. What right have I to a girl that has
been manipulated and taken from me by the hand of my
lordship? No right, dammit! No right whatsoever…
‘Justification of an issue’ is of little importance when born
a servant leading the life of a dog.
When a girl is taken from a servant by a master of the
house you cannot have a say – otherwise you pay
for your stupidity with your life….
One of these days I will revolt and many more in my imagination
will do the same … But for now, I beg forgiveness from
my mother, a god-fearing creature, for ever being close to the
girl of the master …. But I swear to you with my soul and
blood, I swear to you that I will retain what is
rightfully mine. One of these days … Just you wait lordship!
My revolt is closer than you think. If you harm that poor
girl I will do such harm to you that your world will cave in and
you will collapse at my feet and, for a change, obey me and my
wishes.
But as I said a moment ago, until then I seek redemption from
my mother……
