Moselfahrt aus Liebeskummer

HEARTBROKEN ON THE MOSELLE

"There's no other river in our land," I said to myself,

"that can be compared to the Moselle.

Again and again she holds on to herself, goes around,

flows almost back to the place of the last turn,

contenting herself with turn after turn until she calms down in one,

invigorating equilibrium with the elements at rest.

As little as it may be missing, between the changing slopes of the vines,

who accompany you now on the right, now on the left, now on both sides..."

Dorette, are you listening, too?

Of course I listened. The End.

"If you wanted to describe the character of the landscape,

so one could hardly speak of more than of easy rest.

Calm, ease. If you put the two character elements...

of ease and calm in two scales, they would...

cancel each other out. So they are mixed...

to an enchanting grace, purity and wholesomeness.

You from..." Oh, stop it.

Ah, thanks.

"The expression is the man and the wine of this land."

Come on.

May you become a rich and famous man, Professor.

You know superficial things don't mean much.

But to me they do.

Tell me, I have the feeling you're not looking forward to our trip at all.

Look, either we drive from Trier to Koblenz or the other way around,

depending on whether we're going up or down the Moselle.

Tomchen. - You don't say "Tomchen" to me.

Otherwise I'll say "Dorchen." - I have a brilliant idea.

So? I'm curious about this.

We don't go to the Moselle at all. We go somewhere different.

What's that supposed to mean?

We've been looking forward to the trip for months, our first

trip together after three years. - But Paris is much nicer.

Or Rome or one of the northern Italian lakes.

There's something going on everywhere. It's elegant and chic there.

And in Italy I can buy shoes. Italians have the most wonderful shoes.

But now the nonsense is over.

You don't allow me anything either.

I've worked all winter.

Standing on the stage evening after evening and

if I ever ask you something...

I usually say yes. But this time it stays with the Moselle.

I want to show you the area. I'm also interested in her as an art historian.

I don't care. I want something from my life.

You'll see, you'll like it a lot.

We're going to Italy next year. - For real?

Oh Tom, you're my best piece.

You, why do we always have to fight?

I don't know either. But your manner sometimes annoys me to the point of blood.

Your tie's crooked again. - What time is it?

20 after 7.

For God's sake, I have to go to the opera. Where's my bag?

What's on tonight? - Figaro, my darling. Bye.

Bye. See you tonight.

Good evening. Eve.

Incidentally, congratulations. Thank you.

- Ah, good evening, Miss Sylvie. - Good evening, Mr. Arend.

It's good I met you. I can then say goodbye to you.

Why, you have a better commitment?

Yes, a much better one: I'm getting married.

Congrats, all the best. I can tell you something.

We're getting married, too. - For real?

Yes. - How nice.

Dorette didn't say a word to me.

She doesn't know about her luck either.

I'll tell her tomorrow. We're going to the Moselle.

Yes, then all the best to you and Dorette.

All the best to you, too. Goodbye.

Oh, and then again.

I turn to ice.

In the far distance.

I'm looking for happiness.

Up to the stars.

I look up.

Sighs and tendons move the chest.

Tears flow unconsciously.

The joy it brings me day or night

and all mine, it makes me happy.

Now speak of women,

you know them.

Say, is it love

What's on fire here?

Tom, howdy.

You, the people clapped like crazy again for my aria.

Evening, Mr. Arend, I've have heard of your luck.

Congratulations. - Thank you.

Thereschen? Please bring me some tea.

With lemon? - Yes, please.

Mr. Arend, I wish you a safe journey and a good rest.

Thanks. What's your vacation?

I'll stay at home and rest. That's the very best for an old machine.

Nice roses, right?

Very nice.

And so subtle.

Am I allowed to smoke? - Yes, of course.

Who was that in the box earlier?

Well, Cantini, the big agent from Vienna. He wanted to speak to me.

Apparently he has something for me.

Then I take it you let our date go?

And having dinner with the important man?

Tom! You're not angry, are you? It's only professional.

We'll both celebrate tomorrow in Trier or Koblenz.

And that'll be much more comfortable then. Yes?

Why are you making a sour face?

I'm not making a sour face. - Yes, you are.

I also solemnly promise not to annoy you during the whole trip.

Those are good prospects.

So I'm going now, you have to change.

Don't stay too long or drink too much. We've got a long drive.

I promise you, my lord, I'll be on time. Bye.

Good night.

What do you say? Play the offended and just drive off.

We have arranged this trip for months.

I've looked forward to it for months.

And what's he doing? Screwing everything up for me.

Just because I was planning something once.

When you're heard like that, the purest innocent angel.

I'd like to experience that. You have no excuse.

I haven't done anything. - Of course you didn't do anything.

But you did have a date with Tom after all.

You still wanted to celebrate his calling to university.

And what are you doing? Instead of him, you go out with Cantini.

You know very well... - If you'd at least been

here on time this morning. I really wanna know

what you would've done if this had happened to you.

You would've been just as crazy. You know very well

how important cantini is to me. And that I finally got on

want to sing on another stage. And Tom knows that too.

Yes, but a man who wants to marry a woman

thinks differently about it. Now don't talk nonsense.

Tom doesn't want to marry me at all.

But. He told me last night.

He wanted to surprise you with it on the trip.

Only now do I understand all of this.

Cantinis Rosen for going out with him

that I stayed with you.

Yes, he must have misunderstood everything.

I'm going after him right now.

We're on historical ground here.

The only Roman monument, its original building stock

has been almost completely preserved.

The Porta Nigra was...

the north gate of the Roman Empire.

The north gate to the Roman Empire.

So, now we're going to visit the Porta Nigra.

The Porta Nigra is almost 2000 years old.

So big and unique are the remains here

of the Roman rule in Trier -

or called "Augusta TreVerorum" - that you...

as the poet says, a trip across

the Alps can save you money.

So, now watch out.

From here we have a wonderful view

of the old city of Trier.

Mutz, look what I picked for you!

Oh thank you my darling.

You didn't pick them in the garden again, did you?

Just leave Angela, I allowed him to.

- Tomorrow, ladies. - Good Morning.

Tomorrow, Kaspar. I'm fine? Yes, thanks.

Külpmann called. He really wants ten more loads

- from the Brauneberger at the old price. - Ha! It's out of the question.

He has to get used to the fact that he won't get anything from the 51.

All right, I'm leaving now. Thank you.

- Understood? - Understood. Good bye!

Goodbye Goodbye.

So Ms. Klaus, I'm ready.

Do you want to go to the wine cellar with your uncle?

Yes!

But be careful nothing happens to him. - Oh you!

What's going to happen to him? But you're also too scared.

I only have him. It's all your fault.

I don't know. Maybe I was too happy

to be able to forget it. Who's talking about forgetting?

You didn't remarry either.

You can rely on it, if the right person comes, I'll get married again.

One shouldn't be alone. That makes no sense.

I'm not alone at all.

I have Kaspar and I have my work in the publishing house.

Oh, that's a lot of barrels.

Yes, there is wine everywhere. A load in every barrel.

What's a load? One load, that's 1000 liters.

Aha!

You know, Uncle Kuby, I have one at home too

but in very small - a money box.

Do you already have a lot of money in your piggy bank?

Yes, a lot. Mutz gives me a dime every Sunday.

What do you want to buy for it? A car, a large bus.

Come on, now I'll show you how the wine is filled into bottles.

Are you staying with us for a few more weeks?

I would like to pamper you a little.

I thank you, Maria.

But I definitely want to do this Moselle trip.

I'm going to Trier tomorrow.

I want to visit all the places with Kaspar

where I was with his father. So a second honeymoon?

Only with a child instead of a man. You really belong in the museum.

Who knows. Maybe I would feel very comfortable there.

Mutz, are we going to church now? Hm-hm.