It is the year 1848, the year of the revolution in Southern Germany. Eugenia, the well-protected daughter of a physician, falls in love with Matthias, the son of a peasant. But society does not accept their love. To save his family from starvation, Matthias starts to poach - which ends in disaster. Soon the revolution starts and Eugenia's life is thrown upside down. Can she still find her way to happiness?

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An extraordinary daughter

Author: Martina Frey



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25






Wiesbaden, 1839

Evening fell, so that hardly any light came through the high windows. There was no lamp in the room. The second person could only dimly be imagined in the darkness, sitting opposite Anton at a small table. Both were silent as they had agreed to sit in the dark and say nothing.

An oppressive atmosphere prevailed between them.

Suddenly Sebastian Kreutzer stood up and lit a candle on the table. It illuminated the direct surrounding. Anton Hentschel sensed even this light as painful and shaded his face with one hand. He couldn't bear to see how Sebastian Kreutzer took a seat opposite him again and stared at him in silence. As if this man could simply comfort him by staring at him. Sebastian, wasn't he more than just a colleague, wasn't he a good friend? Anton felt tears coming up in his eyes. He swallowed. Succeeding in quelling the tears, he sighed and dropped his hand. He stroke the stubbles on his chin. Anton had a strange, uneasy feeling. After all these sleepless nights, a leaden weariness laid on him.

„You cannot hide forever, Anton,“ Sebastian said into the unbearable silence. „You have to resume your work.“

„I cannot face myself anymore. How am I going to face other people?“ Anton replied tortured.

„You cannot undo what has happened,“ his friend told him.

Anton didn't want to hear that. He lowered his hands on the table, turned his palms upward and stared at them. „I wanted to heal with them, I wanted to help people. But I did not want the things that have happened.“ He clenched his hands and bowed his head

„In the life of a doctor, it may occur that he cannot save the life that has been entrusted to him.“

Dr. Hentschel interrupted. „I ended the life!“

„It was a mistake, it happened. Though you are still a good doctor. I am your friend. Listen to me. You care about the welfare and health of other people. You cannot give up because of this one mistake.“

„I killed this man because I had not recognized the kind of illness.“ Anton stared at his hands again. „What kind of a doctor am I? What kind of person am I when I decide about the life of others? I cannot do that anymore.“ Dr. Hentschel raised his hands and buried his face therein. „I am ruined. If anyone finds out, I will lose my license, my practice.“

Sebastian Kreutzer leaned over the table. The flame of the candle flickered excitingly in the draft, triggered by his movement. „You wanted to help. You wanted to take his suffering away.“

„But not by killing him. I killed him because of a mistake, my God, it is my fault!“ Anton took a deep breath. „I should have realized what he actually had suffered from. But the signs had not even fit to his disease pattern. I cannot explain it.“

„Don't worry so much. It was a diagnostic mistake. You probably could not have helped him, even if you had made a correct diagnosis.“

„That does not matter anymore, I have treated him wrong! And I will blame myself all my life!“

Sebastian seemed to reflect for a short time, as if he were looking for some comfortable words. „How many people have you already healed with your knowledge? How many people have come to this city, sick and weak? You were able to cure most of them. This one mistake does not make you a barbarian.“

Anton stroke his face. „I am ruined, my family – we are finished. My son Moritz and Eugenia, my daughter, are still so young. What will become of them when it comes out, what bad luck had happened to me as a doctor? What shall I do, Sebastian?“

The younger colleague patted him encouragingly on the shoulder. A touch of carelessness was in his face. „Do what you can do with your mission: help other people. I will say nothing about the incident. I promise you, nobody will ever get to know.“ „I must live with this knowledge and one day ...“. Sebastian's face was very serious while saying, „The truth will never come to light, I swear.“

Chapter 1

Holzhausen auf der Heide, early April 1847

Continuing his way with even steps, Moritz Hentschel took a deep breath of fresh air. He felt good while looking at the big forest across the meadows. This view made him enthusing. Pine forests and hills alternated. The sun and clouds immerged the landscape into a vivid play of light and shadow. Here, in the middle of the Taunus mountains, lay a village in a well-watered valley, well protected from storms that often came up from the Rhine and not seldom brought heavy thunderstorms which Moritz had already experienced once. He stopped and looked down the street. What was the name of this village again? 'Holzhausen auf der Heide'. In the Dukedom Nassau, it definitely belonged to the most peaceful villages of the Taunus, Moritz thought and continued his way.

In the first days of April, the wind had turned and came with an icy cold from the east. It raced over the roofs of half-timbered houses and wooden cabins, stroked the loamy lanes, over fences and barns, along a small slope up to the church. At the highest point, two major roads crossed. Moritz knew that these roads had already been used by the Romans. Almost forty years ago, Napoleon's armies had also marched along.

Strolling strolled along the street, Moritz finally stopped at a two-story house with white plaster. Recently, his father, an independent physician from Wiesbaden, had this house built in Holzhausen with ducal permission. The hipped roof was covered with slate. A high entrance with a small gable and bright stone pillars on its sides decorated the front of the building. The windows featured blue wooden shutters, closed in the evening. The house seemed simple in its design, but in Moritz' opinion it wasn't really part of the rural scene. Through the open windows, he heard someone playing the pianoforte.

That had to be his sister, Eugenia, who sat at this instrument every day to improve her dexterity. Moritz entered the house and went into the living room, where he found his sister as expected.

Eugenia Hentschel was sitting upright in front of the instrument and was playing a few short pieces without showing any passion or great pleasure. She wore a crimson gown, embellished with white laces to the tight short sleeves as well as to the high-cut neckline. The usual corset emphasized her slim waist. Moritz suspected that it must have been rather uncomfortable to sit on the bench so laced in. Eugenia's hair was tied to a neck knot. While the fingers were flying over the keys, corkscrew curls were bobbing up and down at her temples and framed a full, perfect face. The lowered eyes were hidden under thick lashes, while Eugenia was concentrating on the piece of music.

Suddenly the intensive playing ceased.

"I hate it!" she said quietly with a suppressed tone of weariness.

Moritz got closer. "I like the piece." "I don't mean the music." Eugenia stared unhappily at the keys.

To check whether his walk had left stains, Moritz looked down at his bright pantaloons, which were in pleats at the waist and reached down to the floor and even covered the black shoes. But everything was all right. Pleased with himself, he sat down next to his sister on the bench and watched her grumpy face from the side. "You are exaggerating," he said.

The corkscrew curls swirled around when Eugenia shook her head. "I do not. Have you looked at this village? Half-ruined houses, people in rags, who are even thinner than the straying dogs in Wiesbaden." She turned to her brother. The pale rays of the spring sun fell through the high windows and got caught in her hair, which was shimmering golden at this moment.

Moritz laughed, forbearing with his sister's bad mood. "Even Goethe raved about the Taunus. It is picturesque. You overpeer the meadows and forests and you can think up romantic stories in the country.

"Pah! Stories about girls becoming frustrated in the country."

He pushed her gently in the side. "You are unjust. You know why we have moved to the country. Mother is already feeling better."

Eugenia looked remorsefully aside. Her brother's words obviously caused her feelings of guilt. The change of her mother was obvious. Moritz thought that her condition had substantially improved within the last weeks. Color had returned to the usually pale face and mother seemed more active, so as if the calmness, which seemed boring to Eugenia, did her good.

"Yes, that is true." She sighed. "I am unfair. Even the few weeks here have been good for mother. She laughs again and that should make me happy. Oh, it is just ... it is ... so boring here."

Moritz put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her consolingly. He knew his sister's zest for action very well and tried to understand her dissatisfaction. "Father will certainly send you soon to Wiesbaden for a few days."

"I will be gray and have wrinkles before that happens." Moritz laughed. "You have just been seventeen years old, little sister, and it will take a very long time, until you are gray." He looked over her. "But you should stop pulling such a long face. You could really get wrinkles by that."

Eugenia pouted and began to play on the keys, lost in thought. "Every day, I sit in this house and don't know how to spend my time. This is dull. I cannot stand this anymore. I miss my friend Dorothea and all the pleasure."

"Have a little patience," Moritz comforted his sister. "Father will soon find a suitable husband for you and you will be able to resume the social life."

Eugenia thoughtfully put a forefinger to her chin. "Are you not astonished that we have moved to the country so suddenly?" The curls at her temples bounced again.

No, he hadn't thought about it, he admitted to himself. Of course he was a little surprised, but his father hadn't made a statement about his plans. Yet he would not justify his decisions anyway. "Mother's health comes first", he said.

Eugenia lowered her finger. Moritz felt her pleading look and tried to shirk it, but then he heard her imploring voice, which he could rarely resist. "Could you ask Father to bring me back to Wiesbaden, please?" she pleaded.

"We'd better not dictate him what to do. That is disrespectful." Moritz warned her with these words, got up from the bench at the pianoforte and went to a window to look out thoughtfully. Although there were no social obligations, which Eugenia loved to meet, in this place, he liked the remoteness. It was so completely different to the life at the university where he studied. "I would feel very comfortable here. It is cozy," he said finally.

"You don't have to try to cheer me up. It is not pleasant, but boring. Oh, I repeat myself. It is all very well for you to talk. You can do as you please."

A bad thought went through his head. "It is not that way. Father sends me to Giessen, although I don't want to study." He rarely spoke about it, but now he was moody. "So when had he ever asked me what I wanted? My opinion is not important for him. I don't want to be a doctor!"

She looked pityingly at him. "Have you spoken to Father about it?"

Moritz snorted indignantly. "Bah, if I did that, I knew what he would answer me ..." He bent his head, put a disapproving look on his face in order to imitate his father and spoke in a deeper voice, "Son, you have to honor your family and you have to think about your future. Don't be a disgrace to our family. You have to do what I consider right!"

"But you are not under his supervision at the university in Giessen," Eugenia considered. "You have found friends there."

Moritz looked thoughtfully out of the window again. "Believe me, I would rather be in Holzhausen than to cut frogs and investigate their innards. I want to carry my life and my future in my own hands, but Father does not permit it. I cannot even see blood, how will I ever be able to medicate people?"

"I am astonished, too. The last time I cut my finger, you ran away, screaming."

Moritz remembered that scene and laughed. "But we were kids then."

Eugenia stood up from the bench and put the notes together. "I will make a suggestion. You stay here in the middle of nowhere and I will study."

Moritz turned around and laughed at her. "You and study?"

"I would really like to study medicine."

Moritz noticed the longing tone in her voice. He smiled amused. "A woman as a physician? Don't be silly."

"I want to help other people, just like Father does. I could do that," Eugenia assured emphatically. Moritz thought that also she herself was aware of the dream not coming true. And although he had dismissed her statement, he was sure: If women could be doctors, then Eugenia would be one of the best. Even if she was indulged by her family – she was clearly Father's favorite - Eugenia nevertheless had a kind heart. A property that had brought her criticism and blame. Moritz remembered some incidents in Wiesbaden, which had brought his sister nothing but the maternal censure. Eugenia helped every person whose emergency she realized, if it was a boy who got lost on the market, or her own brother, who had been caused a few scrapes in a secret horse race.

Moritz turned back to the window. It was a shame that, at this time, a girl like Eugenia wasn't allowed to develop freely from social constraints.

"Come with me," he said after a while. "The guests will be arriving soon." He crossed the room, but Eugenia held him back. "Could you please talk to Father about my concerns?"

"He will not listen to me. Not the children make the decisions in a family."

"But you can tell him that my behavior will suffer in this place."

Moritz squeezed into her pointy nose. "Let us see if an opportunity arises."

Eugenia kissed her brother on the cheek. "I owe you something." "I will remember that some day," he murmured quietly.

Eugenia and her siblings were examined by their father with critical eyes. He was very anxious to make a good impression on the guests who entered this house for the first time.

Dr. Hentschel himself looked perfectly. He was of slender build, with upright walk. The high collar of his white shirt was wrapped in a scarf tied neatly. He usually took off his vest and frock coat only for dinner. His dark blond hair was neatly combed, his face clean-shaven, while long sideburns embellished his cheeks, which was currently in vogue. A pair of metal-rimmed glasses lay on his nose. Reading books and notes all the time had clouded his sight, so he needed these modern means.

The guests were welcomed in the entrance hall by the Hentschel family. It was pastor William Brachel with his wife and the teacher of Holzhausen, Mr. Hardt, with his wife and her niece Luise. Eugenia curtsied politely, while Moritz bowed to the guests when they were introduced.

"The tea will be served soon," the mother announced politely and was obviously taken up in her role as hostess.

After the three weeks that they had been living in Holzhausen, the mother had explained that enough time had passed and that it would be time to extend invitations. A few days ago, the mayor Ernst Gerlach and his wife made a visit, together with their three young children. Eugenia couldn't tell which one of the three had behaved the most badly.

She hoped that these guests would behave more reasonably, and so she smiled at the teacher's niece and walked with her down the hall to the dining room. Luise appeared taciturn and reticent, two characteristics that Eugenia immediately noticed. Luise wore a simple dress that was closed up to her neck. Her face was covered with freckles, her hair was fair blond. Pale blue eyes looked at Eugenia with friendly expression. Eugenia glanced at Luise and got a tentative smile in return.

That was a start, Eugenia thought. Maybe she would find a friend to console herself for the boredom that filled her days.

The guests took place at the table, Dr. Hentschel settled at the top end. The housemaid brought tea and cake, whereas the conversations were about superficial topics. 'They were being met', as mother used to say, Eugenia thought, watching the guests. The teacher's niece kept her head down and replied assiduously, when being asked.

"You've got a very nice house, Mrs. Hentschel," Mrs. Hardt said to Charlotte Hentschel.

"Thank you. My husband wanted that is looks similar to our house in Wiesbaden, so that it makes us feel at home."

"I hope you have settled in well," said the pastor. "I'd like to welcome you in the church on next Sunday."

Eugenia's mother promised a next visit to the church service. In order not to give a wrong impression, she pointed out that a regular church attendance was very important for them.

"Tell me, Mr. Hardt, how many students are there at the school in Holzhausen?" Dr. Hentschel wanted to know, while the housemaid curtsied and left the dining room.

"At the moment we have about 125 students. The number varies and depends on the season. In winter, the sons and daughters of the peasants have more time for learning."

Eugenia's gaze shifted to her brother, who was sitting a little stiffly at the table. His shirt had a high collar, with a white cloth tied in his neckline. From under the black jacket, a checkered vest was peeking out, which gave some color to the otherwise plain appearance. The long sideburns on his cheeks were not yet full-grown. Apart from that, he seemed almost as elegant as his father.

The teacher, Mr. Hardt, turned to Moritz. "I've heard that you started studying? May I ask what you study?"

Moritz nodded politely. The usual mischievous smile faded on his lips. "Medicine, like my father. I visit the University of Giessen." His voice had taken on a strange sound, which only Eugenia could interpret, as well as the frown Moritz threw to his father.

Dr. Hentschel ignored it or he didn't notice. "My son is one of the best. We are very proud of him."

"Medical advice is always asked for. I guess especially in Wiesbaden, where many spa guests stay. There is enough work for a physician."

"We cannot complain," Dr. Hentschel replied.

Pastor Brachel spoke up, "We are very pleased that an independent physician has come to Holzhausen. Although you haven't given up your practice in Wiesbaden, Dr. Hentschel, it is good to know that you are here. The medicinal doctor cannot always take care of all the sick people here and the leeches are horror to me."

"There are many charlatans, also in Wiesbaden. And it can be dangerous when you get to such people", Dr. Hentschel warned. "If I can help, I would like to, even the poorer people in the village." He spoke directly to the pastor, as if he wanted to suggest something.

The latter seemed to understand and nodded. "Thank you very much, Dr. Hentschel. There are enough people in this village who desperately need medical attendance, but who don't see a doctor for various reasons. Hanna, for example, our eldest woman in the village, strictly rejects to see a doctor, although she has quite some ailments. Besides that she always wants to pay with chicken for any help she gets."

I will visit her within the next few days, maybe I can help," Dr. Hentschel offered.

It was a conversation, in which the women weren't allowed to interfere. Eugenia knew that and so she followed the discussion in silence. She dared a glance to her right, where the teacher's quiet niece sat.

"What is your favorite activity?" Eugenia wanted to know.

"I dedicate myself to music," Luise replied reluctantly.

"Luise is very talented," Mrs. Hardt said to Eugenia's mother. "You must know that her parents had died a few years ago in an accident. Since then we have taken care of Luise. Her mother, my sister, had set high value on a good education."

"Maybe Ms. Eugenia and Ms. Luise will present us some songs later on?" The two young women nodded obediently.

Eugenia suppressed a yawn and was admonished by her brother, coughing. She giggled quietly, took her teacup and silently sipped the hot liquid while she again listened to the men's conversation. This type of tea parties was familiar to her. When they had lived in Wiesbaden, mother had regularly arranged such events to fulfill their social obligations. Then it was expected to sit still and upright at the table, friendly-looking, giving polite answers when being asked and otherwise remain inconspicuous. Eugenia again suppressed a yawn.

"There are the scholars who spread their free spirit. I don't think that common people would be fascinated by this mood," the teacher said.

Pastor Wilhelm Brachel pursed his lips thoughtfully. "We should not underestimate the concerns of the ordinary people: The debts, even if no more tithe must be paid, the poor harvest. Many mayors in the villages aren't as fair as our one. We are lucky to have Ernst Gerlach. He cares about the needs of the villagers. I know a mayor, who dedicates himself only to his brandy and acts like a king. When the oppressed people know about the liberation of their burdens, of their freedom of opinion, of more rights - I even think that the common people will rise up one day."

"Out of your mouth, it sounds as if it was a prophecy," Dr. Hentschel said with a smile. The men laughed politely.

"Mr. Brachel has the talent to be mostly right," the teacher assured and let Charlotte Hentschel put another piece of cake on his plate.

"Our Duke Adolph has a knack when it comes to his subjects. Nobody will rise against him. We live well in the Nassauer Land. We should not complain." Anton Hentschel said. The men nodded in harmonious agreement, but then another one raised his voice.

"If we forget that we may not speak out in public and that we must submit to the reign of a duke, that we cannot hold meetings, that we have no free political press, that we are not allowed to shoot deer in the forest." Moritz looked around. Even the women's conversation fell silent. "If we forget all that we certainly won't need freedom. But the power of a parliament elected by the people is larger and more impressive than the legacy of the noblemen."

Eugenia slowly let the fork with the cake piece sink and stared at her brother. She had never heard such words of him before, and maybe it were not even the words that impressed her so much but the emphasis which he had spoken with.

Anton Hentschel seemed to feel alike because he flashed his son with a surprised look. "I didn't know that you think this way," he said. "That sounds very much like rebellious thoughts. Such things should not be spoken out loudly. One might think that you approve of this new mood that captures our world."

Moritz seemed to be willing to respond at first. Eugenia felt the reluctance, his anger. However, it was inappropriate at this moment, and so Eugenia kicked her foot against his leg under the table in order to prevent her brother from responding. Moritz winced and actually stayed silent.

"We should go into the music room after tea time," Charlotte Henschel suggested to distract from the tense mood.

Moritz drank his cup of tea. Eugenia didn't move and watched the guests standing up from the table, leaving the salon, the landlord, who at last threw a warning glance to his son, ahead.

"What has gotten into you?" Eugenia wanted to know, after they were left alone.

Staring at the empty cup that stood before him, Moritz began to speak, "How can Father pretend that all is well, as it is now? There is so much injustice. Birth decides our fate. If someone is a well-heeled aristocrat or a wealthy citizen, then life is in best order. But if you are born into the family of a day laborer, you are bound until the end of your life and will be condemned. Should our birth actually determine how we live our life? Everyone should be free, in his thinking, in his faith and in deciding what he wants to do."

"But it has always been that way."

"Yes, and therefore nothing changes. We are being shaped as society wants us to be. Look at you, Eugenia. You do nothing else but to obey Father. You improve your needlework, homework and music. And what for? Because it is your destiny to please another man who is chosen by Father. But what do you really want? Has anyone asked you that before?"

Eugenia was puzzled by these words that sounded so strange and rebellious that she initially wondered if she should even think about it. "But I was brought up this way, Moritz. And you as well. Why should we rebel against it?"

She was used to talking to her older brother about everything, about her thoughts, her desires, but so far they had never talked about forbidden or even devious things. She hadn't known that he thought this way; his rebellious words were new to her. Did it have anything to do with his aversion to the studies?

His voice jolted her out of her thoughts.

"Your word will never mean anything for a man. Is it unimportant for you, that you will be passed to some old slowpoke which in turn tells you what you have to do? Is that what you want?"

She was surprised by his question. Eugenia got up from her seat and pushed the chair to the table. "I have never thought about it, dear brother, and it makes no sense in doing it. My life isn't mine, so I cannot carry it in my hands."

Moritz stood up. "Some minutes ago you told me that you'd like to help other people, you'd like to study medicine. So you have already thought about it and you still do!"

"And you laughed at me earlier."

Moritz fumbled at the tablecloth, as if he was depressed. "I don't laugh at you, Eugenia. I realized some time ago that something is forced upon us, and that is not right." He suddenly seemed so serious as he hadn't been for a long time, Eugenia thought. She couldn't tear herself away from his sight. "You may not give up your dreams, Eugenia. You should think about your future. And you should know what you want!"

It seemed to her as if he had bitten his tongue, because he no longer spoke.

She went to the door of the dining room while the housemaid was clearing the table. "You haven't even had the courage to tell Father that you don't want to study medicine, but I am supposed to think about what I really want? I cannot change my life and my destiny, neither." She paused. "Of course I have dreams. And yes, I would like to be a doctor, to help people, just like Father does. And I want to find a man whom I love and who loves me just the way I am. I want to build something up together with him, I want to work for it and I want to lead a fulfilled life, with a home and children."

Moritz nodded contentedly, as if he had just expected this response from his sister. "Maybe a revolution would change something and women could have their own opinion and could determine their own life," he thought loudly. "And maybe there will also be female doctors."

"A civil uprising won't change people's thinking," Eugenia disagreed with an undertone of desolation. "People like Father will never accept such permissive desires. Freedom of opinion, equality, these are unknown words for him. No, even if everyone suddenly started to live their life according to these new principles, Father would never do that."

"Then everyone has to work on himself, so that the new ideas can be put through." Suddenly Moritz seemed to be determined, as if he would have come to a decision which he had just thought about.

She was still surprised at his behavior and said, "A civil war would bring death and misery. I know the stories when the people had gone on the streets in France. A short time later Napoleon made war against all. Many people had to die then. Innocents were carried off, for what? For liberty and fraternity. This was not a good time and I don't want to experience that. It is enough for me to have read about it." She'd reached the open door.

"You read about wars, about other countries and their customs. You are not like the other girls. You are too smart and too eager for knowledge. Which man wants an educated woman, Eugenia?" she heard her brother say.

She stretched out her chin, a practiced response of defiance. "You can hide education."

"But not the longing for it."

Chapter 2


Dr. Hentschel leaned forward to look out of the carriage window. Surrounded by numerous hills and forests, nestled between the Taunus and the broad stream of the Rhine, Wiesbaden just lay before him. It was a nice place, thought Anton, not without reason the center of the duchy. The sovereign, Duke Adolph of Nassau, lived in this town. The mild climate, the woods as far as the eye could see, and the mineral springs made the city a popular destination for travelers and sick people. Anton Hentschel benefited from that. In times of crop failure and resentment, Wiesbaden was a magnet for people from all kinds of social status, hoping to find work in the city. Anton realized the change even in his practice when his patients would talk of nothing else than of revolution and a change of government.

He gestured his coachman to make a short detour straight through the town. So he passed the castle, which the Duke of Nassau had built in the middle of the city a few years ago. Surrounded by grand houses, farms and rural churches, Duke Adolph could be close to his folk. It was a splendid building with pillars and a small balcony where the Duke sometimes showed himself to his people.

Anton watched the passersby who strolled across the big square in front of the castle. The town was known not only for the many thermal springs and their healing properties, but also for the cheerfulness and the generosity of the residents. Even Goethe said about Wiesbaden in March 1818, "that life in this town is too easy, too cheerful that one would not be spoiled for the rest of his life."

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Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!

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Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!

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Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!

Lesen Sie weiter in der vollständigen Ausgabe!