When Frederick Trenk was released at the door of the Kahlenberg monastery, with the bound instruction to leave the city of Vienna in twenty-four hours: he stood there in the world, with an empty heart, an empty head, and an empty pocket, our worst.
In his duel with the three spadasins, he took off his coat and threw it there to his butler, Janko, whom he had brought from Polish Borussia. That jacket had a purse with fifty gold in one pocket and two expensive pistols in the other. When he stabbed his opponent through, he didn’t have enough time to visit his butler for his coat: his first thing was running. And in the meantime, he also dropped the sword. A running man with a bloody sword in his hand, everyone is in a hurry to listen. According to this, he had neither a coat nor a weapon.
He thought about the state of the world. He did philosophy: he had a great propensity for meditations.
This Vienna was a bad school for him, but his previous schools were also preparatory preparations for it.
Here virtue is sin and sin is virtue. Here the robber is not punished for robbing, but for making money; the murderer, the arsonist, is persecuted not for killing and burning, but for doing good services to his homeland, and to save the reward. Here they pay for gratitude ungratefully, with assassins. The judge himself bribes and bribes himself even more and this is bribery-228-goes up, high: man is dizzy! Sin has a good thing, virtue suffers.
Or let us not say such nonsense: “sin and virtue!” he believes this distinction is already idealism itself. Call it idealism and realism.
Frigyes Trenk was able to distinguish both nicely from his own experiences so far.
That he loved his king with a fan, protected him with his mind, his arms, was idealism; therefore he received wounds, sufferings, slanders.
But that the king also loved his beautiful sister: that was already realism; cheated on the honest husband, the leader of the battlefield hero, made a scandal; therefore he was rewarded: sweet pastoral classes, money in abundance, and patronage.
That the Beneschau wizard forgot his military duty in the sweet embrace of a fairy was realism. He was rewarded for that. Military Order of Merit: «pour le mérite». Promotion, princely exaltation.
But when he was left alone with the same fairy in the king’s tent to keep it and amuse him until morning and then he ran away from the love-thirsty lady, got a horse, and rushed into battle: well that was idealism. Therefore, they were closed, tortured, chased.
That during his escape he fumbled his buddy on his back, pierced the icy river, killed, nurtured and nurtured a man in his defense: well, that was idealism. That’s why he got beaten, hungry, cold, ragged; he fell from one peril into another. He was punished.
But to seduce the wife of her benefactor made her all the memories of old love: it was already realism. That’s why he got his reward. Maternal love, the princess’s grace, turned her into a gallop again from a beggar’s tramp.
He could have continued. In front of him was the open magic folder, with the marked path, the bright stations. Use Degez’s purse to transfer to the army of the Muscat Empress, to take a bright position there.-229-To escape the seductive beautiful woman, who, in a different way but in a parallel direction with her sweetheart, gives her success and triumphs: that would have been realism. If he did, he would have been a colonel in Russia ever since, wearing a star on his chest — and not even a moon on his forehead. That’s for her husband. That would be realism.
Instead, she left the beautiful woman there faithfully to her old husband, returned to her wounded friend, sharing half of her purse with it: well, that was idealism. The punishment for this became that he now stands here under the sky, without a coat, without a weapon, without a garas.
That was the præparandia!
Well, then the great universe of Vienna! Here he could then learn thoroughly what the difference was between realism and idealism.
Those judges who keep the law over an accused to divide his property; the lords who rent their meters to the court are false witnesses; the accused himself, who bribes the judges, receives assassins against his protector: it is all a typical form of real realism.
But he is swindled by the whimsical one who wants to find out the truth, rushes to the aid of his uncle and thereby involves himself in a thousand troubles: this is the stray knight of idealism. This is closed three times, killed four times, and last thrown in a shirt at the city gate. This is the reward of idealism!
How many times have you had the opportunity to return to the path of realism!
Beautiful women, merry buddies lured him to the path of beauties. High lords, mighty men offered him with a bright military rank, the path of glory was also open before him. Clever people and jurists discovered before him the will of Ferencz Trenk’s father, in which the old Hungarian magnate denies his depraved, cursed son all his possessions and makes his nephew Frigyes Trenk his general heir to all his estates in Hungary. Here it is-230-there is wealth in his hand, offered in a legal form. You don’t have to cheat anyone for it, you don’t have to flatter anyone. It is enough to apply for the Hungarian indigenate and, together with that parchment, he receives his uncle’s castles and estates, which he usurps in spite of Ferencz’s father’s will. That would have been realism.
Instead, Frederick took his party to this denied uncle, locked himself in a cramped room with his lawsuits, wrote, worked, researched: he traveled from one side of the country to the other, spent his own wealth to the truth, spoiled his own vocation. That was idealism. That’s why he got his punishment. His own brother and protégé hired assassins against him and drove him out into the world. He could even thank you not from the «world»!
Chased by bad thoughts, he ganged forward. At a turn of the road, the dense forest that covered the mountain allowed an opening, and there he saw the resting giant in front of him: the city of Vienna, with its zigzagging red bastions, its majestic tower rising from the middle. He shuddered at him. He should have run away from that sign, as he saw on the border.
And now go into it again? To beg the gracious patrons and the cruel good friends all the way? “I’d rather tow a boat with a rope for a day!”
There were stone benches between the beautiful rows of trees. There he saw an old gentleman sitting in a blonde wig twisting green. He called.
“Come on, sweetheart, could you tell me where I can find a way from Kahlenberg to Spinnerin am Kreuz without having to wander through Vienna?”
“Young man,” the old gentleman told him, sit down next to me. Well, just sit down. Because, you see, you’re quite wrong. And I want to correct your mistake. You are still young: you can get better. The peculiarity of the Germanic species is that it can be bent at a young age, rigid at an old age. So you learn to mispronounce the name of this mountain-231-Kahlenberg, just like the whole Viennese people, mispronounces it because it is not a bald mountain: on the other hand, it is covered with forests. In the old documents this is called «Kallenberg». The old Germanic word «Kallen»; this is how the ancient Teutons called barking; and since the archduke was here and still has a dog house here today, so their «Kallen», according to his barking, this mountain was called Kallenberg…
– Holy God! Frigyes was startled, where did I get? And by jumping two instead of one, he tried to get rid of the nail of the scientist philologist. Only because he looked back, when he could no longer see.
But he still took one advantage of his philological-archeological dissertation. That he became attentive to the barking of the dog. Slightly inward of the road fell a yellow-painted house, that was the archduke’s dog stable.
Did you stop here, wondering if he should roll in? Dog couples tend to be humane people.
But he barely stopped in front of the house, as its door suddenly opened, and from there it fell to his neck at once – the good fool Jankó butler!
There was the upper jacket in one hand and the sword in the other.
The foolish boy cried and laughed, hugged him, kissed his master, and then ate him.
Well, there is a loyal person in the world!
“But you found my master!” (the mazur makes everyone). I ran after you when you ran away from the rampart, but I couldn’t catch you; they were not allowed into the cluster. Since then, I have been lurking here in the dog house, day and night. I sneaked in here as a dog feeder so I could wait for you.
During this, he gave up his coat, tied his sword.
“Then here’s your purse in my pocket.” It has fifty gold in it. None are missing. I wouldn’t have touched it! Your guns are here too.-232-
Well, there is even an honest person in the world!
“Aren’t we going back to Vienna anymore?” Not to that prison town: to the Flaschenträgers. We leave without looking back while the tower of St. Stephen is visible.
– You speak from the heart, my servant. But where? where?
– Where? Where? Well, how can you ask. Where did we come from? Back to your dear good mom, Danczka, and then to Elbing, that gentle, good-natured beautiful bride who loved you as if she were your sweet brother. We didn’t have such a good thing anywhere.
With that, Frederick was now on his way.
The image of the glamorous Miranda flared up in front of him like a general. The passionate lady who eats everything and desires everything.
After all, there was no reason to cool this flaming passion with suspicion or hatred. Whether she was the mysterious female doctrine who tarnished King Frederick’s reputation, soaked Brother Trenk’s honor, or not, what did he have to do with King Frederick and Trenk’s brother?
In Polish Borussia they can meet his mother and siblings and – Miranda. This was well said by Jankó’s butler.
So there is even a smart person in the world.
However, Jankó had not yet handed the purse with the fifty gold coins to his lord.
– You know, my lord; if I give you all these fifty gold now, then there will be nothing left of it the next day, and we can go patriz: you play the violin, I play the flute. But we do divide it in two. You will drop twenty-five gold into your pocket and flaunt it while you are in it; and from the other twenty-five I will take care of our journey all the way home, I will take care of carriages, horses, I will pay for accommodation, meals: you will have no problem with anything; what I save I will give into your hands at the end of the journey.
“It will be very good, my sweet servant Janko.” Monda Frigyes, -233-and he divided his money nicely in two, handed half of it to the stupid Janko, and with that he was quite reassured about his future.
Because it takes a certain gender of blessed nonsense for a person to be able to handle money.
Well now his chariot of life was beautifully adjusted again to the track of realism: carefree days, easy life, the smiling face of a beautiful woman; no high goal! This is a beautiful life.
The only problem with realism is that it has a part in life that has a devastating effect on poetry: it is chance.
If the realistic hero, when he is about to commit a realistic heroic deed, is accidentally collapsed in the head by an even more realistic ficko, what will become of the novel then? And this is how it used to be in life.
For a time, chance slavishly played into the hands of the young adventurer.
Arriving in Nuremberg, he found the headquarters of the Russian army, which was sent to Germany by Empress Elizabeth to restore peace. The commander was General Liewen, a close relative of Frederick Trenk on the maternal side. He first came across a good buddy, Major Butskow, known from the time of his Russian residence in Vienna. This introduced him to the general. Liewen welcomed the young man with complete kinship love: he called for him to enter Russian service, which he was in a good mood for anyway, and immediately appointed him captain to the Tobolsk Dragoon Regiment.
So he already had a rank and a uniform. The latter, though, clung very much to Janko’s purse, although the Russian officers were not as luxurious as the Burkus in this respect. They wore blue coats with copper buttons and suede pants.
But even that is not enough to make a beautiful woman escape. Frederick is only twenty-two-234-gold perched in his pocket. The snow money was forty rubles; but it was only paid in arrears.
The thing was not fought, not a single sword strike was measured. The warring parties made peace and the Russian troops walked back.
The Russian commander-in-chief held winter accommodation in Prosznitz, Moravia, where the anniversary of the accession of Empress Elizabeth to the throne was celebrated with great light. General Liewen gave a bright ball in honor of the Empress.
The dance was followed by the game. The camp chief gave a tiring bank for the sake of the officers.
It is almost unbelievable, but it is still true that it was then that Frederick Trenk saw gambling for the first time in his life. King Frederick’s officers were strictly forbidden from gambling; the slightest transgression was followed by castle captivity, degradation; And he didn’t have a chance in Vienna. In prison, they only practiced board games.
Here he now saw the gold in front of him at once. Gold has the greatest magnetic strength. The glittering gold on the table can pull a man to you by the gold in his pocket.
Frederick suddenly noticed that he was also sitting there among the card players. He believed, like all neophyte cards, that the goddess Fortuna was glad that she might be fortunate enough to honor a new worshiper in her company and be in a hurry to serve her.
He also lost his last gold in a short half hour.
Flushing red with shame and annoyance, he got up from the card table and leaned back to his quarters.
The empty pocket is full of remorse.
He still had his two expensive pistols. General Vojcsikow had already offered him twenty gold for them.
He thought that now he would sell his pistols right away and then go back to the ball at the price of them and rape his luck.
On this holy day, however, it was a good Russian custom to -235-that every man who had a firearm pounded salutes out of his window into the street. Frederick was also captivated by this passion for shooting. And if he had to get rid of his beautiful pistols, then at least he wanted to shoot the gunpowder in honor of the Empress and began to pop out of his window into the street; the Janko loaded the pistols. Suddenly, the barrel of one of the pistols was torn in his hand and a shard pierced Janko’s mouth, the other wounding his own palm.
The Janko swore; but even more so Frederick. There are twenty gold! It doesn’t matter much that he doesn’t turn that other loaded pistol against his own forehead.
But he still came up with a smarter fool.
– How much money is left in your pocket? asked the wailing butler.
– Three golds.
– Give it to me!
He took the last three golds from him and in the same way, with a palm dripping with blood, ran back to the ball – to play cards.
And there seems to be some superstition in the bloody hand.
He hasn’t lost anymore. – He recovered the twenty gold in a few minutes. He then, as a wise, frugal farmer, hid it in his pocket: he continued to play with the surplus. An hour later, he blew up the doctor’s bank: a gang of gold had piled up in front of him. Then another bank tax came: it also came to a halt. He also undressed it clean. Towards morning he swept all the money of the whole company. When the game was stopped, six hundred gold lay in front of him.
This was Frederick’s first and last game of chance in his life!
Six hundred gold is already money! With that, you can already embark on an adventure.
After the success of these six hundred cute games, Frigyes Trenk wrote a really touching dissertation against the passion for gambling, in which he exhorts the younger generation to preserve themselves. -236-against the teasers of this destructive demon. It is true, however, that some thirty years later he wrote this gracious dissertation after the event that took place; but ours do not deduct anything from its ethical value.
At the time, these moral contemporaries did not really come to mind.
On the other hand (using a German phrase), his cock was swollen high for reckless ventures.
As time opened, the Russian army was preparing to return to its homeland. There were one hundred and forty Marodi among them who could not march on their feet.
Frederick Trenk asked his uncle, the general manager, for a gratitude to entrust the transport of these Lazarus home to him; he especially loves to care for the outpatients.
Well, then we’ll see the quality of this Samaritanism!
He got the commission.
Then, from Krakow, he took the sick Russian soldiers on ships on the Vistula to Dancka. From its port they had to be transported to Riga by sea.
And there was no Russian ship in Dancka at that time. According to this, we had to wait until the measure of fate would bring one there.
It took a while; and during this delay, Frederick Trenk realized that the beautiful Miranda would have been pleasantly surprised by his appearance in Elbing.
He also set out on horseback, with Jankó’s butler – transferring the commando to Lieutenant Platen – to the diocese of Hermeland, where he established the scene of the fly in a village.
Although he justified this abandonment before General Liewen on the grounds that he wanted to meet his sweet mother, sister, and brother, who all live in this area. In terms of history, however, it is more than certain that it was Miranda’s circei figure who lured her here.-237-
Then came the even more realistic coincidence that we indicated above.
When Frederick and Janko arrived nicely in the village where he had to meet Miranda, Fatha set out to leave the accommodation and look into the opposite tavern, where the peasants danced next to a large trumpet word.
And what happened in that village was that Prussian verbunkers had been there in the days before, and they had cunningly drowned the son of a wealthy Mazur and then taken him with a drunken head as a burkus recruiter. Because of this, the Polyak youth was furious against the foreign soldiers. When Frederick entered the pub yard, it was believed (from his suede trousers) that it was that burkus recruiting officer whose noses had fallen on him with whistles, without exchanging words with him.
Frigyes Trenk received two of them by the neck and banged their heads against the wall; but the rest struck where it hit.
The Jankó butler sneaks into the oven in fright. The two pistols were also in his bag.
Fortunately, Trenk himself and a hunter-runner rushed to the aid of Trenk: he, too, got a dorong in his hand, smashed the rioters with joint force, and his lords remained on the battlefield. However, Frederick Trenk was so shuffled back and forth (his nose was also broken) that there was hardly any human figure left on him.
Leaving him in the blood to keep him from being beaten to death by other peasants, he suddenly climbed on his horse. And with the support of Jankó’s valet, who emerged from the stove, he somehow escaped this reluctant amusement and found it very difficult to get to a room where he found a surgeon to bandage his wounds. But this joke lay for eight days: his neck and arms were crushed. He was radically cured of his love craving.
But such are the coincidences that ruin realistic novels.-238-
Mr. Frederick says that because of this accident he could not meet his sweet mother in a hurry to meet. On the way, he turned up with his swing and broke his arm. Her sister and her mother had to be cared for. Therefore, he could never meet them again.
What happened to Mrs. Miranda? He didn’t write it down in his diary.