Bildungsromans; Germany -- Social conditions -- 1918-1933 -- Fiction; Young men -- Germany -- Fiction
“Oh, yes, a joke, but it might cost you dear.”
“Do tell me, Frank, what to do. I’ll do anything!” He examined me
critically through his screwed-up eyes and laughed again.
“Don’t be silly,” he said with affected affability. “You know as well
as I do. I’ve got the chance of earning a couple of marks, and I’m not
such a rich fellow that I can afford to throw it away, you know that
well enough. But you’re rich, why, you’ve even got a watch. You need
only give me just two marks and everything will be all right.”
I understood his logic. But two marks! For me that was as much, and
just as unobtainable, as ten, as a hundred, as a thousand marks. I
had no money. There was a money box that my mother kept for me, with a
couple of ten and five pfennig pieces inside which I received from my
uncle when he paid us a visit, or from similar sources. I had nothing
else. At that age I received no pocket-money at all.
“I have nothing,” I said sadly. “I have no money at all. But I’ll give
you everything I have. I’ve got a book about red Indians, and also
soldiers, and a compass. I’ll get that for you.”
But Kromer only screwed up his evil mouth, and spat on the ground.
“Quit your jawing,” he said commandingly. “You can keep your old trash
yourself. A compass! Don’t make me angry, d’you hear? And hand over the
money!”
“But I haven’t any. I never get money. I can’t help it.”
“Very well, then, you’ll bring me the two marks in the morning. I shall
wait for you in the market after school. That’s all. If you don’t bring
any money, look out!”
“Yes; but where shall I get it, then? Good Lord! if I haven’t any----”
“There’s enough money in your house. That’s your business. To-morrow
after school, then. And I tell you: If you don’t bring it----”
His eyes darted a terrible look at me, he spat again and vanished like
a shadow.
I could not go upstairs. My life was ruined. I wondered if I should
run away and never come back, or go and drown myself. But these
thoughts were not clearly formulated. I sat crouched in the dark on the
bottom step and I surrendered myself to my misfortune. There Lina found
me in tears as she came down with a basket to get wood.
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