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Goethe himself notes in a super-sense.
Disgrace, hope, love, work, adventure.
Boredom, laziness, joy of success.
Expectations and unexpected things like the dice.
Staffed with festivities, dances, shouts, silk and flits.
A meeting economy.
In the summer of 1776 he moves to the garden house at the Ilm.
What would these loud days be without the silence, the evening?
Every morning a promise of life.
Despite everything, these summer months are also a time of designs, notes, thrown down a horse.
New people, new circumstances, a new environment.
Goethe fulfills the simple life in the garden house with an intense, freely always threatened, feeling of happiness.
He writes,
I have a lovely garden in front of the gate, on the Ilm beautiful meadow, in a valley, is an old house in it. It is the most beautiful weather in the world, I plant and do all kinds of stuff.
The future year should look beautiful and make the good moments happy.
The gardening, the interaction with nature, has become a fashion.
For Goethe it is beyond that a form of reflection and meditation, on which he is urgently dependent.
He builds flowers and all kinds of vegetables.
He is
planting and harvesting, he follows his thoughts and pictures.
Soon after the arrival in Weimar he noted,
a wonderful woman is the Frau von Stein, to whom I am so, what one might say, held and adored.
Charlotte von Stein, a trained garden lady, is married. Goethe feels more attracted to her from day to day.
Dear creature, we cannot be one another and are one another too much. Just because I see things the way they are, it makes me furious.
Goethe often visits his girlfriend in Großkochberg, the home of the Stein family.
Under her influence and in her environment, a process of transformation of special equals begins unnoticed.
Goethe begins to live consciously. His biography should no longer be left to chance.
He discovers the meaning of time.
Goethe registers a soul relationship that makes him affected.
Every moment and every look strengthens us, dream and imagination unfortunately even more.
Tell us, what does fate want to prepare us? Tell us, how did it tie us so precisely?
Ah, you were my sister or my wife in the past.
He draws for them the landscapes in which their lives are interwoven.
He imagines how a person must deal with his days.
Attentive, active, full of ideas and plans, he sets a framework that will benefit generations of people who want to find themselves.
Charlotte meets Goethe with a new surprise.
I am doing wonderfully with Goethe. I have been given a lot of attention.
The more a person can grasp, the darker and more aggressive the whole thing becomes.
The more you miss the quiet path.
A process that takes years.
Rarely has a personal relationship had such immediate effects on literature.
The striker and the tyrant Goethe is prepared by the clever and cautious character of Charlotte von Steinz for the way of thinking of the classics.
Not an easy, often painful process.
And that is something new in this time. The woman as a partner, as a personal teacher, as a beloved authority.
Goethe feels blessed and at the same time taken into duty as never before in his life.
He writes Charlotte the most beautiful love letters ever written in German.
On the unquenchable desire to see her again, I first feel how I love her.
I must tell you, you are the only one among the women who makes me happy.
Dear woman, I am sorry that I love you so much.
If I can love someone, I want to tell you. I want to leave you unpunished. Adieu gold.
I cried bitterly because I imagined that I could lose you.
Against everything that can happen to me, I have a balance in myself.
But not against it.
In summer 1776, the Duke makes Goethe the offer to join the Weimar State Service.
Goethe must feel that under the circumstances as a liberation.
He takes over, in addition to some others, the mining and road construction commission, the war commissariat and finally the financial authorities.
He learns to bear the dusty air of the cancelling, but he does not rule out of the desk.
Each shift takes seven hours. Period.
His work is a new form of dealing with reality.
His profession is a transmission of experience of reality.
At place and place he is convinced of the progress of the work he has to do.
He strives to open a silver mine in Ilmenau.
He is continuously active and the activity satisfies him.
The daily work that is assigned to me, which becomes lighter and heavier every day, requires my presence day and night.
This duty becomes more expensive every day.
The desire, the pyramid of my existence, whose basis is given to me to soar as high as possible into the air,
overweighs everything else and hardly leaves any momentary forget.
I must not be sad.
I am far in the years ahead and perhaps fate will break me in the middle and the Babylonian tower remains unfinished.
At least one should say that it was designed coolly.
And if I live, God wants to reach the powers to the highest.
If need be, he himself will take action.
The news of the fire chased me away and I was in a hurry to the flames.
After dry weather, in an unhappy wind, the fire was unbearable.
You can feel how lonely one is.
I calmed down, consoled, and calmed down.
Nobody wanted to create a pond, because the flame of the next houses swung in whirling.
I came up and called, it is possible, it is possible, children, and there were those who created again.
The eyebrows are sunk and the water in my shoes is boiling, has brewed my teeth.
Under the pressure of the business, three of his most important works were conceived.
1777 Wilhelm Meister, an educational novel in which he tries to describe the process of self-realization of a person.
1779 the Evigenia and 1780 the Tasso.
In the park of Tifurt Castle, the summer residence of the Duke of Amalia,
Goethe's Evigenia is performed in the first version.
Evigenia, a Greek, fell into the hands of Thoas, a king of barbarians.
Her brother wants to free her with Liszt.
Thoas is the escape plan. Her openness is to disarm him.
If you are as you are praised, so it shows by your side and glorifies the truth by me.
Yes, for Nimmo King, a secret deception is being forged.
You ask the prisoner for forgiveness.
They went away and are looking for their friends who are waiting with the ship on the shore.
It is my brother and the other is his confidant.
I have put both of us in your hands.
Disarm us if you dare.
You think the barbarians hear the voice of truth and humanity,
which some Greeks did not perceive.
They hear it, everyone, born under every heaven.
What are you to me, O King, silent in the deep soul? Is it to be disarmed?
Freedom, not by violence, but by overcoming.
Not by the fact that man is through, but by the fact that he is human.
In Evigenia, the German classic has found its symbol.
The human courage towards Evigenia, her humanity, all that is still a kind of dream for Goethe himself.
He lets nothing out, no mask, no concert, no redoubts.
His selfish obligations burden him just as his love for Mrs. von Stein.
In Torquato Tasso, in which the unhappy role is described,
which a poet plays at a court, his own experience has been defeated.
Does the story help me?
Does no noble man stand before me, who suffered more than I ever suffered,
so that I can compare myself to him?
No, everything is there.
Only one thing remains.
The tears have lost the nature,
the cry of pain, when the last man no longer bears it.
And me, about everything.
She let me in pain, in her melody and speech,
to lament the deepest fulness of my need.
And when the man in his agony dies,
I have a god to tell me what I suffer.
On the evening of September 6, 1780,
Goethe wrote his best known poem on the boarder wall of a forest hut.
There is peace over all the peaks.
In all the peaks you hardly feel a breath.
The birds are silent in the forest.
Wait only soon, you will also rest.
Externally, his career has reached a peak.
He has acquired the beautiful Patrizia House on the women's plan.
In 1782 he was promoted to the noble position.
The Weimarer Hof, Charlotte von Stein, his friends,
they all suspect nothing of the gap in which he is.
He now appears to be a secret council,
an established courtier,
and a celebrated writer.
As he has already done in his life,
he takes the lead in his study of natural sciences.
In an anatomical institute in Jena,
he also discovers the interspersed jawbone.
This discovery solves a great inner anxiety.
It confirms his very modern idea of evolution.
In a new way he feels himself on the trail of the spirit of God.
The human being is related to the next with the animals.
The whole is coordinated by every creature to what it is.
And so again every creature is connected to the human being.
A shadow of a great harmony.
Thoughts of this kind will follow him for his life.
He takes them with him on the journey he now enters.
The greatest and most important journey of his life.
He is a man of the spirit of God.
The greatest and most important journey of his life.
In autumn 1786, he takes the last flight in this form.
He can take a vacation from Herzog.
Without saying goodbye to Talotte von Stein,
he travels with the postman over the Alps to Italy.
Unlike earlier trips, this time he only takes refugees from snow peaks,
forests and gorge.
He does not want to be stopped.
After one week he reaches Italian soil.
With a certain celebration he notes,
So it was written in the Book of Destiny on my sheet,
that I will look at Venice for the first time in the lagoons
on September 28, evening after our time at five,
when I will enter and visit this wonderful island city,
this Biber Republic.
So it is, thank God, Venice is no longer a mere word for me.
Everything around me is worthy.
A great, respectable work of collected human power.
And even if their lagoons are gradually disappearing,
evil thorns are hovering over the swamp,
their trade has weakened, their power has sunk,
and the Biber Republic is no less honorable to the observer.
The city is subject to time,
like everything that has a apparent existence.
Almost without further stay, Goethe travels to Rome.
On October 29 he meets there.
All the dreams of my youth I now see alive.
The first copper pictures I remember,
my father hung the prospect of Rome on a foreshortening,
I now see in truth.
Everything that I have known in paintings and drawings,
copper and woodcutting in plaster and cork for a long time,
is now in front of me.
Wherever I go, I find a familiar place in a new world.
It is everything I thought it was, and everything new.
Italy stands for him for the world of the old,
from which he now makes his own very personal picture.
He thoroughly studies the remains of antiquity.
He begins to rearrange his inner,
no longer talking about sensitivity and life's anger.
Now the measure, the order, the form of happiness is valid.
He goes through them again, this time in twigs.
He picks up the work on the fist again.
Goethe has finally discovered the spirit of the classics,
a time of maturity, of enlightenment.
At the same time a more heady, everything other than a boring time.
He enjoys life on markets and places.
He is not among people, he observes, draws, attacks.
My practice, all things as they are to see and read,
my loyalty, to let the eye be light,
make me happy here in silence.
Every day a new, strange object,
daily new pictures and a whole,
that you never achieve with the power of education.
He feels like a newborn.
The German painter Tischbein gives him a simple domicile.
He wanted a little bed where he could sleep and work from me,
and a very simple meal that I could easily make him,
because he is satisfied with so few.
There he sits and works from morning until nine o'clock.
Then he goes out and sees the great, famous works of art.
With what kind of eye and knowledge will they be able to think easily.
He is not disturbed by anything, gives and takes no visitors.
His companions are Italian and German artists,
and that Johann Heinrich Wilhelm Tischbein,
who kept the atmosphere of those days in enchanting drawings,
and in that famous picture that makes it clear
what an impressive guest man Goethe in Rome felt.
In Rome, Goethe loves life as never before.
Life and that girl he called Faustina.
We don't know what Faustina looked like.
Like this, or like this, or like this.
He travels to southern Italy.
Everything he sees he registers with utmost attention.
With his own eyes he observes the activity of the Vesuvius.
In the Botanical Garden in Palermo in Sicily,
he has an imagination, the image of the primordial plant,
after which all plants are shaped.
There it is again, the idea of the connection of all creatures.
The human being reads the traces of the creator.
The primordial plant is the most wonderful creature in the world.
With this model, you can then invent plants into the infinite.
The same law will be applied to all living things.
Once again he experiences the Roman carnival.
The Roman carnival is a festival that is not actually given to the people,
but that the people themselves give themselves.
The circle of joy moves by itself and the police only governs it with a hand.
The difference between high and low seems to be a moment.
Goethe returns to Weimar in summer 1788.
In Rome I found myself, I became happy and reasonable with myself.
In the coming months he suffers under the darkness of the north.
In his notes, the word is from the unshaped Germany.
Weimar has become foreign to him.
The heart is absent.
Charlotte of Stone will never forgive him for his flight.
His friends have no part in his experience.
A 23-year-old flower-binder presents the request for the promotion of a relative.
The girl, brown-eyed, reminds him of Italy.
He takes her to his house.
Past and present become one.
The Roman elegies, pictures from the south, a gift for Christiane.
I lie and think a lot about the fall asleep.
Often I have already sealed in her arms.
And the examiner's measure, quietly with fingers on her back.
The sum of his previous years, the amount of his Roman journey,
with one time everything seems to be secured.
In the connection with Christiane, he has overcome the pain of home to Rome.
Goethe takes leave from the state service.
With new intensity he devotes himself to his literary work and his natural science studies.
He lives a self-sufficient, independent, knowledge-safely life.
He is right. Now he is united with himself.