Anna Roth was eleven years old. It was not such a quiet
girl, who read a book in each free minute, and, if young they wanted
to annoy, the tears close would have run away. Certainly not.
Anna had much self-assurance, and it struck back strongly, no
matter whether with the large flap or really with the hands. If Anna
a piece met the world, there it was curious, found everything
interesting and stupidly was only, which had not tried it out yet.
Because there was a choir in the school, she found that sing fun
makes. When a group of theatres was created, it discovered
the joy in disguising and quite large or quite small children somewhat
to play. When a group of youth youth groupyouth looked new generation
up, Anna knew immediately that she had always wanted to dance to skirt
x27n roll so well that it was allowed to occur at least at the new
generation in the first series.
Unfortunately she had found also beautiful, if many people
sat together at the campfire and one played accordion, so that other
had to along-sing simple. There she had begun naturally to learn to
play accordion but the note learning did not make fun sudden and at
all was then nevertheless too the much... If it would have would be
there already known, like the aborted accordion hours their held
against later, completely without connection with the music, then it
would have fallen in love smoothly with its music teacher. But around all this it did not go. It was many more
important that the girl actually could not have been born no more.
Their nut/mother did not have the pill issued, because the physician
had insured it, it needed more at its age. When then it became visible that nevertheless still another
preventing would have been necessary, there mummy, dad, to son
Matthias, Oma and Opa had assembled themselves, because they lived as
a large family on the country, and had decided, since it had times
occurred now, it have been even should. That becomes a late joy for
all. Above all Grandpa had so his notions. If it would have
written for adult books, only one would have spoken against the
Nobelpreis: It lived its name in the GDR it however for smaller
children wrote, knew only inaugurating there. At the waked up
Enkelchen it tried its picture stories out. It played fairy tale
storytellers and Anna did gymnastics on its knees. The more violently
the swing chair thereby up and down-rushed, the louder quietschte the
small one before pleasures. When Anna hid itself behind her school bag, had Grandpa
gotten his most beautiful suit from the mothball box? to which a man
should tighten suits, even if there are sweaters, but which man does
not do everything for the school - and Anna had broken,
somewhere the booklet open in the center: today I read you forwards? Without coming to a hold it carried a fairy tale forwards
from the wolf, which had away eaten Rotkaeppchen the Grandpa.
Smiling Grandpa had said: you read however beautifully? Then it had turned and had explained the booklet: you, Ann,
an O looks directly, no matter whether one regards it from above or
from down. Most letters are however differently, depending on, of
where out you see them. Therefore they are not boring? Anna felt the
cracked hand on her heading. Grandpa smiled. Thus it remained in its
memory......Opa is now, where granny is?
Darf I it visit there?? Wir all will visit it. So often it goes. Only to see you
can do it only, if you close your eyes? Anna closed each evening the eyes quite firmly and her
planned to thus become that their Grandpa would be proud on it. Anna
read so many books that no time remained for functions in the bloeden
Mathebuch. Matthias's certifications had been without
Ausrut. Mummy and dad did not hold it before Matthias books
would write, never. Anne began itself to try out at poems and small
stories. It would write, later. There this man had come into its
class. It would have written and read out kinderbuecher to them a
piece. Then it had requested the children to send to it own stories.
Anna had occurred it, as if it would have regarded it the whole
time. Sometimes were itself their views meets. There it had
back smiled, because that had become their nature: It showed all
humans that it liked it, because it noticed that all humans liked it
then. Naturally it wrote a history and sent it to the indicated
address. Months had passed. One morning their teacher had come into
the classroom, a few large pages in the hand. you mean, what I have
here?? All possibly something had tried to guess/advise curiously.
The correct solution had not been thereby. do you?Koennt you to the fact still remind that some from you
stories had submitted with this competition? Here the invitations are
for award of the prize. I will accompany you? Also Anna's friend
participated. Anna had Maxi a little helped... That was one Saturday afternoon! Anna had insisted on having
to go still on Friday before it to the hairdresser but above all it
needed free hand in mummies making up box. Finally it could not look
like a small child, if it would be in front during an award of the
prize. Matthias was impossible! Constantly he found the lippenstift
too red or the rouge too importunate or her should mummies BH with
zerknuellten cellulose handkerchiefs stuff, so that forms would be in
the white blouse. It was probably envious, because it was allowed not
with. Then Anna was on the stage. Not as Siegerin, but with a
document and a book price, which it was allowed to select itself. And
constantly Anna had the feeling, as if the writer even smiled over
here to it. In the break it had then occurred. They had next to each
other confessed...
