The beginning of the father

So to agar among the sand dunes of Kecskemét, to duck in the reeds of the salt lake, to haunt the soldiers every now and then; to eat long lunches, drink this year’s wine and smoke from long goods: – this was the life of a fiery young man who, at the age of eighteen, was a princely minion in the light of the royal court, led the guard, with good friends and good enemies only so coma, who conversed with Europe’s greatest scientists and flames in the high circles of Berlin, fabricated country-building mascots in Moscow with the world’s top diplomats, and now plays chess here every day with the Kecskemét preacher, the only person to philosophize – in student language.

Well, even the missing elysium! The princely beautiful women, the novel, adventurous, phenomenal sorcerers, the angelic Amalia, the Miranda of Dæmoni, the fairy Jelvira, the goddesses-295-Anna! The people of Kecskemét are Puritans. Women sit separately from men in the church and cannot be seen elsewhere. Before the age of forty, the woman does not have a seat at the table if a foreign guest is present, and the unmarried girl is not allowed into the first room, lest she look out the window.

And here the restless soul, for whom the half-world was not enough, had to bribe.

How many times did he curse Kecskemét!

And how many times did he pray back this curse later! Although he could only get back there again, to the gate of the honest Mr. Gyenes, next to the good white zipper, bacon, and the serrated decanter!

Frederick was already twenty-eight years old and he desperately noticed that he was starting to gain weight from all his uniforms: he was licking his belly like a judge.

You will then receive a black stamped letter sent by kurir. His younger brother informs his beloved sweet mother of his death and invites him to Danczka for a paternalistic sharing.

Mixed emotions flowed into Frederick’s mood as he received this news of mourning. Along with the books from the beloved mother, there was a joyful heartbeat that he found an opportunity and a reason to get rid of Kecskemét.

He immediately applied to the Vienna General Council for leave to settle his family affairs.

His paternal inheritance was confiscated by the Prussian government for infidelity, and he had to make a monetary union with his siblings for the maternal estate.

It didn’t take two months to get the permit to leave.

Hey, but he was happy when he could say he became a hospitable Hungarian city!

He thought that from Danczka, as he had done his things there, he would sail over to St. Petersburg, where the Russian court was at the time, forcing his long-seen lovely faces to shine again with his appearance. – Maybe he’ll stay there?-296-

His enemies in Vienna also thought so. They loved him so much that they took care of him: to leave the country only once, never to return.

A whole far-reaching plot was fabricated against him. They wrote to the government in Berlin that Frederick Trenk was going to Dancka to commit an assassination attempt on the king. Count Puebla was the Austrian ambassador to Berlin, and its secretary, Weingarten, was won by the scholars as a zinc fellow.

It was done in Vienna to hand over Frederick Trenk to the Prussians during his time in Dancka.

And this flamethrower, blessed with so much natural reason, went into his trap in such a one-sidedly silly way that he himself could bring nothing more to his self-justification than his infinite arrogance.

His younger brothers and sisters appeared in Danczk almost simultaneously. Frederick soon agreed with them. He handed over to her the portion of her maternal inheritance for seven thousand thalers, which they immediately paid her.

With this, he could have gone anywhere from Dancka right away: home to Kecskemét, or even further back to St. Petersburg.

Why did he have to stay in Danczka for another fourteen days?

If he had spent this time making a pilgrimage to his mother’s grave: even the dead hand of this mother would have protected her head from great perils. But he himself says he stayed there to have fun. Danczka is a port city, always full of traveling people who like to have fun.

You tell me that he didn’t have any acquaintances in Dancka. His only acquaintance was ex officio with the Austrian resident, Mr. Abramson.

Mr. Abramson was born Prussian. He had never seen Vienna; even at this time he was a subject of the Prussian king, appointed only by the Viennese government at the offer of Bestuseff as a resident of Dancka.-297-

Well, Frederick Trenk put his head in the hands of this man.

But he doesn’t even say well that he had no more acquaintances in Dancka. Because he found Mr. Reimer there as well. The certain Prussian resident of Reimer who wanted to be arrested four years ago and who he chased after even his wig remained in his hand. It was still there in Dancka. He could meet him quite a few times at Mr. Abranson, where he was seen as an everyday guest. “Perhaps you found the beauty of being able to stimulate the offended enemy?”

How could he not feel, how could he not guess what a dangerous vortex he was walking here on?

When he was first wanted to be arrested in Danczka, he had no other sin than to have a forbidden relationship with a royal princess and forcibly broke out of Glatz castle captivity, but he has since contributed to the stigmatization of the Prussian non-commissioned officers and the lieutenant himself, the treatment of Ambassador Goltz; at his expense was recorded the refusal of Frederick’s grace; and finally the assumption of Austrian military service.

Did Frederick Trenk leave at once his fantasy, his memory, his judiciary, that he could not imagine the flaming anger of his royal enemy against his former minion, who binds the Austrian breastplate and sword, with the certain awareness that he would use it against his own king and homeland will you turn? Because all he needed to know was that Ambassador Goltz had notified the Berlin government of the diplomatic machine movement that had fired Capt. Elizabeth on a campaign against Prussia to be launched jointly with Austria; and Frigyes Trenk himself played a large part in this machination.

And knowing all this well, yet it was quite easy to dance day after day on Mr. Abramson’s evenings: a cannon shot away from the Prussian border.-298-

This is truly a boldness that cannot be given any name other than «duel with the devil».

If Goethe had already written his Faust by then, he could have learned from it that the devil can fight very well.

The ship was already there in the port where Frederick Trenk was preparing to travel to St. Petersburg. The day before he left, he wanted to move in, and he would have avoided his misfortune. But the hospitable Abramson forcibly left him there for a farewell dinner. After the great dynamo, he went home to his lodgings.

He barely lay down on his bed as he broke through his door, accompanied by two city commissioners, twenty soldiers, telling him to get dressed quickly and follow them. He was taken to the town hall and imprisoned there. He used nothing to shout or protest.

The next day at noon he appeared in the prison of Abramson. With great twists of an eye, he alleged that he had done everything to free his friend: he had been with the magistrate, the mayor, the syndicate, demanding the release of Frederick Trenk, who, as an Austrian imperial officer, was provided with a decree and asylum. However, Mayor Rutenberg is angry with the Viennese. His two sons attended high school there, who took part in the «company of figs» and therefore placed them on a pedestal, in spite of their mayoral descent; now we must take revenge on an Austrian officer. This is how the city of Danzig tramples back to the city of Vienna.

(It will be good to note that the «company of figs» dealt with directing the ugliest bacchanalias in the Austrian capital, and such were severely retaliated against during the reign of Maria Theresa.)

However, Abramson promised that he would immediately report to the Vienna Chancellery about the arrest of Frederick and he had no doubt that his release would be demanded through diplomacy. Until then, stay calm, and he has valuable possessions to preserve, he entrusts to him.-299-

And it had not yet occurred to Frederick that this man was his traitor; who played him in the hands of his enemies according to plan! And instead of grabbing and strangling her throat, she handed her all her money: her maternal inheritance.

Abramson then wrote to the government in Vienna that Frederick Trenk had been captured by the Prussians for his own stubbornness. On a big perch, he rode across the Pomeranian border on some love adventure; there he was pinched like a Prussian soldier. This report was then noted in Vienna and no one spoiled his appetite by talking about Frederick Trenk.

And even that night, Raimer, the Prussian resident, appeared in his prison, with the same Prussian officer, the same Prussian lieutenants whom so many times had been beaten so ugly by Frederick Trenk; they took it from him, even his precious jewels, pulled the rings off his fingers, dragged him down to the locked car, and ran out of the city with him at night.

By the time it dawned, they were at a Prussian station with him; there a hussar officer sat next to him in the car, and twelve hussars rode beside him.

This is how they were taken from station to station until they reached a larger city with it. Then they rested. Until then, no one said. It was always closed for the night.

In that city the Duke of Württemberg was the commander-in-chief. (The same, who Schiller recorded in the poem «Geisterseher» as a hero.)

This princely nobleman, as he was notified of the arrest of Frederick Trenk, immediately sent his aide to him and led him to him. He greeted the incoming prisoner by extending his hand to him. That was a good omen.

Frederick was in a favorable mood and he was not too late to lodge a complaint about his arrest against popular law.

The prince replied by inviting him to lunch. It was a bright company together. To the young wife of the prince-300-also introduced the young novel hero, who was very interested in him, the whole company, all Prussian officers all spoke to him in the friendliest way. But as if they had agreed, they all varied the theme that King Frederick was very upset about Frederick Trenk and could not expect any mercy or grace from him.

Just that they didn’t shout out clearly in his ear, “run unhappy from here! there is the open door! »

He didn’t understand.

They weren’t even locked up here. He stayed there in the prince’s palace, he could walk out into the city; when he met a military officer, he turned aside from him.

And then again he just returned to the prince’s palace.

There they were welcome to see.

Then, on the third day, just because he didn’t want to take the opportunity, he was put in a carriage again: but this time he was sent out in an open pot and unaccompanied by all the horsemen. Only one officer was added to accompany him. It also gave his head a dream for the first hour, and then he stared at the big ones when he woke up and still saw the prisoner next to him.

Yet in some places the road took me so close to the Polish border that it could have been in another country with a rush.

He just went fateful butan, insensitive.

The same Trenk who cut himself through an armed troop from the castle of Glatz, who slipped across the icy river, who even chipped a lame fugitive on his back: now paralyzed by the thought of escaping.

The escort officer deliberately made short journeys with the prisoner, accommodating him at each station to the space commander, who, due to the prince’s verbal message, gave the prisoner complete freedom. Everywhere he was terrified in advance by the wrath of the king. Trenk didn’t see or hear. And they told him what was waiting for him in Berlin?

He was curious about his danger!

In a small market town, a captain greeted him from Württemberg -301-command the last reserve squadron of the Prince’s dragoon regiment.

It had a lot to do with training the recruits. One afternoon he left Frederick all alone in his accommodation. He took his squad to practice far outside the city.

Frederick went down to the barn, where he found a saddled, gartered horse, a pistol, a sword. He just had to sit up and ride quietly out the other gate of town.

But then he remembered where, then? «Home» to Kecskemét?

More like a prisoner in Berlin.

The captain stared hard when, returning from practice in the evening, he found a strange prisoner there in his accommodation.

He even gave it a try the next day. He took it out of the pot to the woods. Maybe the bait, the pagans, will whisper good advice to him to run into the abundance.

The captain stopped the car in one place and said to Frederick:

– Hey! Here in this pagony you can find beautiful mushroom mushrooms. Let’s get down, look for mushrooms.

And with that, one went to the right and the other to the left among the bushes.

The good, honest captain stayed for an hour. When he got back to the car, didn’t the delinquent find his face, picking up his helmet and mushrooms?

“Didn’t you pick crazy mushrooms, buddy?” He said annoyedly.

He didn’t even get it!

Frederick Trenk deceived himself with the whimsical hope that King Frederick would now take him to him, to receive him again, to restore him to his rank, and then the Golden Days in Charlottenburg would begin again.

This frenzy bordering on insanity blinded him so much that he remembered nothing as to why King Frederick had reason to resent him.-302-

Along the way, he figured out how soon he would be brought before the military tribunal, what a huge defense he would hold about his life and adversity so far. The soul of the judges will be shaken.

He had no idea that he had already been imprisoned in the Glatz castle without a sentence. The Berliners were able to deal with their unsuitable people according to a much simpler method than the Viennese. They did not set their paid false witnesses against the accused, did not bribe judges, high officials, but brevi manu closed the man they did not like to the cool – and then forgot there.

As the prisoner came under the control of another regiment from the hands of the dragons of the Duke of Württemberg, friendship ceased at once. He was taken to Berlin in closed cars. There he was still locked in a decent room, but there were two armed guards by his side day and night.

On the third day, two military judges and a mourner came to his prison. They brought a great protocol with them.

They sat down at the table, placing the prisoner in front of them.

Asked: Who? what? Where and where did you go? What he was looking for in Danczka.

As long as he could, he answered their questions.

Then they asked him:

“How did Danczka want to conspire against King Frederick?”

– Who were they and how many were their fellow zinc friends?

“Has the king’s chef been bribed to mix aqua toffana with its food?” Or the king’s hunter to shoot his lord with a wind rifle!

– From whom did you get the money to carry out this assassination? From the English or from the Austrians? How much money did you get?

“What kind of statesmen were involved in this complex?”

“What was the reason for poisoning Mr. Gohr, the ambassador to Moscow?”-303-

“Why did you tease Empress Elizabeth against King Frederick?”

“What was your relationship with Chancellor Bestuseff?”

Frigyes Trenk did not answer any of these questions.

The auditors then dictated the following:

“Defendant listens stubbornly.”

At the last question, however, he exclaimed angrily:

– But that’s naughty!

This was what the tip was called to and he was allowed to visit the prisoner.

All his suits were taken off with him. Under that shirt, they found that medallion inlaid with certain diamonds. It was taken from him, opened, handed hand in hand, looked at.

“Isn’t that Chancellor Bestuseff’s portrait?”

It was also attached to the protocol as a criminal record.

Then no more was wasted on him.

And some of the gold was found in the lining, and it was taken from him; he was put in a closed car with it and transported to Magdeburg under strong cover. There, in the citadel, he was placed in his pre-arranged prison.

It was a pretty little room.

A mosquito in its dungeon, six feet wide and ten feet long. The entrance was closed by an iron door and an oak door. The window, cut into the seven-foot-wide bastion wall, was so high that it could not be reached. And his bed is nailed to the floor with iron straps so he can’t pull it to the window. Both outside and inside are thick crossbars on the window, in addition to a dense wire grate. In one corner is a small iron stove and an unnamed piece of furniture, but it is also nailed to the floor.

He hasn’t been handcuffed yet.

The drinking water stood in a jar, and a pound of pounds was placed on it. It was feeding the prisoner.

Half of the profunt was moldy and inedible: but so did the soldiers.-304-

And Frederick Trenk was blessed with an extremely good appetite. Blessed another time; but now cursed.

As soon as he received his profunt at noon, the wolf ate it to the last bite at a time, then hungry all day.

He says he would have given him a thousand gold for it if he could only be satisfied once, with bread!

He couldn’t sleep from the torments of hunger. In his dream, scenes of overflowing merry feasts came before him: the full bowls, the frothy glasses that fly away from him, as he wants to reach out to them. Then he throws, wall like a doer; from a bet they eat a calf and win the bet, and then it is awakened by the rumbling of a rebellious stomach.

Hey, but many times he sighed back to the good table of the host of Kecskemét: to the waist of the pigsties he had escaped, tired of the boring equally good life. Now he found the variety.

He begged uselessly to give him at least more bread.

Castle Commander Bork, a hateful wild mood, knew no mercy:

“You swallowed enough of the king’s silver plates that your brother had kidnapped in the past.” If you didn’t like the king’s pies and steaks, now do your profunt. You don’t deserve that either. I have a right order from the king not to give you more bread than this. That’s how much you can live to death.

Well, “dead!”