America 1927 5 billionaires who live cheaply

Kumm rin - kiek rut

Ik hev mi dat thought like this:

Fun stories lat sik yes ok nah sware work aft kink when de rye stands in crouch, or aft peat clot when de peer sik wants to blow up first. A real home is in de warm Döns in de Wintertied, when de Snee has dead all the work and worries.

"You care about Dorüm, because you can squeeze!"

Rutkieken in Tofredheit up all the winter worries, de happy dahn sin, rutkieken up de dwatschen Minschen, de dar still buten, to lat, rümschüchtert or the throat nich vull künnt.

Rinkieken in veel beautiful memories, that life is ok, we broke it, - rinkieken in de Harten from delighted Minschen, de wi know teaches un leev wunnen hebbt. When faces are more laughing or voices are not heard, the ole verse falls in: Many happy people have lived and laughed in front of us for a long time.

Jasper Dabelsteen and Harm Piependiek, Jürn Dittmann and Thieß Drümmer, Grandmudder Tiemannsch not to vergeeten! - what can you serve and snack, all evening hento, un wi keemen ut dat laughter gornich rut. Un darbi harrn wi keen newspaper vör de ogen un keen radio over ears. Write up a few of honest stories, only collect some hev ik in the last few years, because if you don’t believe that the sniffy shower has the "good humor", thank God for you! even more and everywhere in us' leewes Volk levt, upfreeten hett. De Happen sin em to swar. We are no longer so long as in de Trankrüseltied, but no real fun story is still the real gold, sitt vull humor, is not lascivious up chatty saks and want no minies, no oilers and no stand woe, even if sometimes Who was ignorant, inactive, who was stupid, dwatsch and drowsy laughs, well, what harmed that? Darför is fun, and "mutt sien fun!"

Ludwig Frahm.

De Steeweln

As the first Pahls with the thick pick wire have not been up for a long time, weern and ok the unglövschen Minschen sik are used to the telegraphy, no Moder Krusch - se weer there all Weetfru - up en kloken Infall. Se wull Ehrn Söhn Peter, de bi de Ratzbörger Jägers stünn ', a couple never send Steeweln, awer se wull the Tele-Graf, de ehr wat utlacht harr, as se wat affdingen wull over worrying about the money.

Se güng 'an en eensame town, klatter up en ole leading then' so wied in de Höch ', dat se with en long Garffork darhen long kunn un hüng' de Steeweln, where Peter is an address waiting, but the wire. Wat hög se sik, dat keen Minsch or dorbi to see kregen harr, and even more, as the early morning weern the Steeweln away un en pair ole darvör öwer the wire hüng '. De Tran 'leem'n Ehr in de Ogen, with dat een lach se vör Freid, as se de olen Buzen with the apen throat seeg and Schohster Lehmbek is a smooth masterpiece compared to this: »Up so'ne Buzen wait for Peter bi de Ratzbörger Jägers must rümlopen, awer wat he sik nu woll högt. "

Awer Högt hedd sik de Buddjer, de up so unexpected way to dry stockings keem.

(Ut all of Holsteen.)

De pocket watch

Krischan, en ole Grotknecht in us' Dorp, wait for a mennig year with a Sünnenring lankholpen. As he nu mal wedder sin 'Martini wages are waiting un with en Föder Korn to town weer, köff he sik bi en Jews en pocket watch, um sik not longer from the annern Jungkerls öwer de Schuller ankieken to laten.

Se weer em awer but to schad ', or rather every day we have to work hard, and so we invite honor to sin eeken Lad, that se em would not steal.

As he or she herkreeg on a Sünndag, wull se quite un gahn. So he broke or b the next opportunity wedder close to the Jews, and ask for an additional clock, de good ', or money foolishly. Then the Jew asked: "Hey, just tell me, where have you been with the clock?"

"Narms bün ik dar mit west, de hett ümmer schonsam ünner min Tüg in de Lad lay."

"Hey, you see, man, the best watch can't ignore that, you've let yourself choke on it."

(Ut Veerlann '.)

De Schohsterjung would be wrong

En Buerfru weer Harvstdags with Geele Wötteln, riepe berries and all kinds of Grönwaar to town and see the up't market. Se harr ok twee young rabbits grot dry and want to bring it to a man.

There he takes care of the Senaters, a great hunting dog achter sik; because he weer ok en groten hunter. As de mutt de rabbits seeg, fill 'he öwer honestly and terret Ehrin'n Ogenblick. De Fru only wanted to lift rabbits bailed; awer de Senater don't want to hike the bunch. Nu geev dat en groten Larm; because de annern Hannelslüd weern ok not stupid and stünn 'de Fru with violent words.

Mank de tohörers weer ok en Schohsterjung. The dach sik darbi a few shillings to verdeenen, go to the senator unprök em, to cheat, that a dog is not to blame.

Date weer then a snack up the Senator sin Möhl. He long in the bag and the stick and eight-shilling piece in the hand.

At that time so'n lütte Strietsaken gliek up't dish light, and de Schohsterjung would only ask what he knew about de Sak. But there is still no word seggt, as the judge's face as'n climbed thunderstorms and screams:

"If you damn boy don't do it, you don't care, because lat ik di sievuntwintig achterup tell!"

The Senator must now pay the rabbits and the court costs. - Why dat keem?

De Schohsterjung harr seggt:

"I see that the rabbit lifts the mutt to pray!"

(Ratzborg un Mölln.)


When I ask, in withered Tied ik geborn un grot worrn bün, so segg ik jümmers: In de Brunkokentied! - Because ik would have to lay down if ik wat anners säd.

When three Fruenslüd have a great coffee, wait and see Töller vull Brunkoken vör sik. De Stutenfruens favors with large kiepen vull from Hus to Hus, pray be ridiculous. Sünndagsnahmiddags in'n Dörpskrog veele dozen patters, in't Kortenspill and bi't Kegeln. Keen Kinddöp, keen birthday, keen Hochtied, keen Gräff kunn of these pleasant life stories. Sunners to Wiehnachten se en grote Rull.

Well, I don't want to distribute all of Brunkoken, sinner from the olen Kuhlngräwer Friech Knickrehm and sin Swager Jürn Schurbom ut us' Karkdbody. There are two pairs of Annerthalvminschen who can't get enough of it. Ok in't drinks give it something close. As se mal en few days before Christmas, where more Minschen starvt as sünst, twee Kuhln makt harrn, güng'n se near the baker Lütens, de ok en Krog harr, üm sik en few Köms up de lamp to geeten. As he came to the baker in the village, the whole house was close to Brunkoken »Boy, boy, ik wull, dat ik mi mal lingelank fed up Brunkoken eten kunn; But ours cannot learn about this; The Preester sin Karkswaren tahlt. "Jürn stünn 'sin' Swager ümmer tru bi un meen ok:" Dar weer ik ok like with bi. "" O, this is not so slimm, "säd the baker," if Ji för twee Daler Brunkoken upeten doht un keen 'Happen nahlat, because they taste sonically Ju dat nicks. "

"Verdori, are you serious?"

"Of course, what Bäcker Lütens toseggt, that he is ok."

"Well, because you have to give up to, awer and a bottle of Köm, that is what you can do with near Cologne."

"Dat forgets sik, nahspöln may Ji ok mal." Dat Spillwark is about to go. The baker leet twee Körf up'n Disch setten. Tachentig lütte Brunkoken are placed in every corf. You start brave darbi.

"I have to go slowly," Swiss Friech sin 'Swager to, "because you can laten a lot more." As this quarter Deel hendaleten wait, hell first blow and take a fixed sluck out of the bottle.

The baker says "Cheers!" Un reev sik all de Hänn ', he weer sik heel seker, dat he de winners'.

The two awer stop more funny again un keemen god öwer the barg.

As everyone is waiting for the Sied sett, all sorts of Minschen bi de Eters rüm un seegen sik the Bedriev.

Bi sweet nöhmen se wedder en fixed blow. Awer Jürn would chew up all spell and füng 'to günsen and to moan.

"No good," säd sin Swager, "stood up, because dat is sagging there."

Bi söbentig awer säd Jürn, dat he nich kunn; em weer to Mod, that he can't live and die. He weer with a word bet an't Halslock vull.

Dree snack are swager em still rin; da awer sack he up'n stohl dal un bleev as en sack sitten.

"Dat makt ok nix", Meen Friech, "I can still take the small remainder of söben pieces with up min part."

"It doesn't sound!" Shouted the baker, "that is Bedreegeri, and Ji is pissed off."

Friech awer leet sik do not make wrong. Dar weer nicks from utmokt; if you want the cocoons, then you don't see the winners.

Denern Lüd were right un günn 'the baker, dat he times with sin kloke Näs' an't fat keem.

Friech stop the last coke and squeeze the last sluck darto, stunn 'up and säd to your swager: "Stah up, Jürn, wi mt nu to Hus un Middag eten!"

The word is as a proverb lively bleewen bet up the hatred day.

(Ut Bartheidel.)

Tein Daler

As we are still waiting for nicks as Sülwergeld, send de ole Buervagt Jörns sin 'olen Daglöhner Daniel with en groten Büdel vull preusche Daler after the bailiff in Pinn'barg:

"Segg em man, you broke the gentlemen's money from us, Dorp."

Daniel must sik up the long way as hell with the Büdel afftasen un anger sik, dat he dat för sin ordinary wages and a few Tehrschillings dohn must. Toletzt tell 'he sik dens vör Pinn'barg tein Daler ut den Büdel rut and near sin eegen Taschrin.

As the bailiff is waiting for the money, säd he Daniel dat batz för'n Kopp, he schull de tein Daler, de it is missing and the thing is waiting in the left handbag, you can quickly give it away, sünst he em in »Johann Mus sin Fack "stken.

Well, because hey wedder must have affair. He vertell 'dat to Hus to sin' Dösch colleagues un de säd: »What are you doing stupid west; you took the money away; you wait to have to take that from within, because the bailiff does not wait for the market. "

As he dat anner year wedder henbücks with dat money, take he also slankweg de tein Daler von ünnen rut.

He luer all örndtlich, dat he greeted the bailiff ditmal däd, the olen Voss. Awer ditmal, buck de Amtmann ut de Dör un röp: »Sparrn Se dissem man times bi Water un Brod in; dat tweete time we don't give dat a present. "

There you see a dag eighth of the Swedish curtains and wunner sik, as the bailiff dared the eighth weer came.


De Immen

As dat Land Höger in'n Kurs steeg, keemen mal en swatte un en witte Jud nah en Buern, de quite but not Dorp up sin Hoffstäd wahn. De Swatte started: "You got it, you want to sell your house and yard." "We are serious about it, un keen Minsch gives more than we." Now that Hanneln starts un nah en halwe Stunn 'it sik no: De Buer schall twintigdusend Mark and for every animal, what is there, still en Raise mark extra. De Swatte un de Witte sik spellig with de Ogen, binah as Brut un Brögamm. De Buer flourishes, as if he nicks market and wiest nu sin Vehwark: "Dree Peer, twee Fahlns, veeruntwintig Köh, dree Tobullers, fief Kalwer, eight Swien, föftein Farken, achtunsöbentig Schap" - because he still has a lot of Haidland.

"Je", seggt de Buer, "dat Fedderveh hears that awer ok, still to!" - "Hear it all with to!" Seggt de Witte and gives the Swatten ut fun, though the Buern sin honesty Een 'in de ribs.

"Heert everyone with ßu", de Swatte seggt, "You keep on counting!"

"Twintig Aanten, uneverted Höhner with the rooster, undortig Gös'." Then de Buer stands quietly and kiekt close to Gewel rup: "Nu weet ik just not, hear me both Adbars with three boys ok or not?"

"Yes, in God's name," seggt grotmödig de Swatte, "because its just 238, if you don’t come up with it, we’ll fill up 250." De Jud wull open his pocket book, then de Buer segged:

"Nah, we don't sin to Enn ', came here again with in'n Goarn."

Darmit bögt he in de Port rin, makt eight de siren bushes en lütte Dör von en teemlich grotes Schuer apen, where ower tachentig Immenrümp stünn '. Date weer a warm day, and the air swarm so vull Immen, as when you kiekt in the rain troops of a thunderstorm. »Thats sünd ok, min animals, you start to tell everything, up en Handvull takes care of that. If you want to slap a little pancakes and pray to Middag first, and if you have drunken coffee, then you have to help me. «As he in de Blangdör ringüng ', keek he sik again üm un seeg, dat de Swatte over with the stock up de Eer störr and de Witte grim with de hand in de air.

You want to send the offices up de Dör. awer se kunn 'man keen' finn.

(Bi Zarpen rum.)

An Affgrund

Min Fründ hett mi dat sülben, like em dat leeg gahn hett, - and dorüm I don't want to make em ok by name künnig. You wait a long time near Klock tein bowling, you are closest to the big, round table sett and still a “tom Affgewhnen” drunken.

Finally awer but hate to Hus. En arigen Stremel, the thick slachter goes with min 'Fründ lank.

"Can you finn 'alleen din Husdör?"

"Oh, I don't want to, the street on the right and then down the house on the left."

He cares ok happy about the corner and finnt ok dat veerte Hus; Awer as he de three steps before the Husdör rupklaspert, he was very beastly to sense. Is dat sin Hus or not?

He wants to knock off the steps and then once in the dark; because sinen Husslötel mutt he woll in't Weertshus in't corner sofa liggen laten lift. He feels with the hand stick close to the right, - what's that? - keen 'earth to finn'! Nicks as deepen Affgrund. Left? - ok nicks! - achter sik nah de Strat to? - wedder nicks. So he sik then takes care of the stranded Schipper vör, de sitt sitt on the rocky reef. Toletz got tired, hukt sik dal and slöppt in. As he upwakt, he sitt up his Husdörentritt properly, and the step is all right. Awer de hand stick, de harr guilt, de weer just ünner dat handle affbraken un harr em de affgrünn 'up all three boils worried. Carrion de!

(Ut den Krink over Hamborg.)

Dat Deefspulwer

In our childhood years we just didn't do it up'n Lünkenbarg en Buer, de heet - o Minsch, dat weet ik je garnich - because he werrnich anners as de Lünkenbuer nömt. He weer en kloken guy un ok fluid and economical, cunn awer liekers nich came up'n green Twieg, because if the country is not properly with the piece ut dat Vaderunser - the strength - would be careful, drög dat to de Hauptsak Hunnhaar, Bucksbart un Sührken.

Liekers harr he sik malins en lütten Hümpel Dalers tosamspart. Every time you wait for a few prizes, let the lid of sin red Lad apen and smeet se in de Bilad. Hey, you know exactly de Tall.

As he was on a Sunday morning, his treasure was divided from the right thumb into the left hand, and he was missing a fief Daler. Hey chase again dörch de Hann ', - no, fief to little.

He disturbs rut ​​near sin Fru, the more Klukhähn ut de Arfen dreev.

"No, I don't have any money to break and the whole week a week!"

He grüwel un simeleer, wokeen in't Hus in and utgahn weer, awer an nümms bleev sin suspicion hack.

Dat can never lift it, as one of the two servants.

Hey, take a long time. De Pistol up de Bost setten, that's not good, because you're walking around Deefstall; A list must be used.

Toletzt is waiting for infall, un he smustergrien darbi vör sik.

As se nu middags all 'um the great Eekendisch seeten, stünn' en grote Kumm with fresh meat soup in de Mitt, and de Husfru fill 'every en groten Töller full. De Klüten leewen un laugh, un de Fettogen laugh un leewen.

“Holt!” Seggt de Buer, “first came ik,” kriggt en lütte pointed Tüt ut de Dischschuv and sprinkled up every töller en fienes wittes pulwer, “ik will now finally weet whether een stole money from yout me. If you are not full of things, you can start to eat; awer who dat dahn hett, de itt sik dod! «

He starts to eat, and de annern ok. Blot de Lüttknecht kiekt benaut sin soup.

"Well, Hinnerk, don't you like it?"

"Oh, ik you want to gestahn, dat ik dat dahn hev."

“So, you have that? Do you still have the money? "

“Yes, here - here de fiev Daler sins; ik want dat ok never but wedderdohn! «

“Well, because you are fed up. Dat Pulwer doesn't do you any harm.This is weetenmehl. Awer so veel segg ik di, un dat mark di: You bust tom stealing to stupid! «

(Ut de area bi'n Schübarg rüm.)

De evil animals

In . . . The Lüd is lifted for the last year so veel to dohn that all Pingsten tom Reinmaken from the Döns (living room) came. As once in a Kat wedder Swartsuer eet, twee falls from the big Bokweetenklüten from the table and falls eight the puffer. Dar liggt se nu drög and god, öwertreck sik awer but with de Tied with en thick Ruhriep (hoar frost, also used for mold by the people), and de Fru nu Pingsten rolls the buffer of sin Städ, so you see both things liggn un confused sik spellig; because se meent, there are a few bad animals that are sinful. Awer se still seems to slap, un roppt agile for a guy, and mutt or nu lies with a Schüffel up de Schuvkar and close de Mergelkuhl up de Huskoppel föhrn. Ehrer he ehr awer in it trünnelt, get he Ehr with de Schüffel breet un dod. There are now no uncomfortable cloths.

(Bi de Hahnhaid rüm.)

De Olen

As we refuse to speak to the Danish government, Kaspel Kolnkarken would never go into Kaspelvagt. Hey leet sik because now every day sin 'Brunen sadeln un reed öwer land, about your chasuble first know properly to teach.

So keem hey ok in the Kiskörperwohld, where de Hüser and Höv are completely isolated. Date weer in summer and sin peerd would be spellbinding from de blinn 'Fleegen. So reed hey then nah en Hoffstäd rup, um dat Peerd to günn 'to günn'.

There you see an olen man twübentig un tachentig year before the Dör up en overturned Börnammer and ween sin snapper-long Tran '. You seldom see that, because de olen Lüd sins against all 'dat Hack and Mack in duss life is all spellingly dumb.

So de Kaspelvagt worrn sniffy and asks the Olen why he is so troubled. "Yes," he seggt, "min Vadder hett mi slagen." De Kaspelvagt doesn't want to go to Kopp at all. Awer as he dar up de grote Deel wat hears grumbling and humming, buckt he öwer de Grotdör and seeks the still man with de Hann 'slahn. Hey now ask em what he's so gracious about. "Je," seggt de, "de Jung dar buten vör de Dör hedd den Olen in de Döns, de all en pray of de Föt is, fall un da hev ik em en couple in't Gnick."

Now the Kaspelvagt binah de understanding comes to a standstill. He goes into great amazement de Deel tohöch, sounds de Stubendör apen, wrong: Down aft, Aben in the corner sitt en steenole man, who he up hunts a hundred and thirty years taxeer, and smökt ut a long beep.

"Goden Dag," de steenole man seggt. - as de Kaspelvagt wishes Grotvader, Vader and sons good health, sett sik to Peerd, ritt to Hus un vertellt sin Fru von de dree olen Minschen, from de us' Lord God twee certainly forgotten hedd.

(Kaspel Kolnkarken, un in'n »Müllenhoff« is dat ok all.)

De Queikaal

As de Buer Johann Brandt in'n Harvst sin 'Diek up de Vörstkoppel afflopen leet, um thoroughly utmaden to laten, five in the last Waterpol en Queikaal. This is the only fish for us, the voice of sik gives. As de Lüd is waiting for us not to have a barometer, the animal is not going to break. When he got restless in a glass port and surging back and forth, one knows that the next day was restless, unsteady neither. Dat fill the Buern darbi in un he roof: "You can din 'olen Friech-Ohm to Wiehnachten en Freud with maken." He köff sik bi the next opportunity in the city in the big green glass port, put the fish in it and send it off Christmas evening dörch de Lüttdeern near Friech-Ohm.

Denern Dag luer de Buer, dat de Ohm came un sik thank schull. Hey keem awer nich. Since güng 'he tweet Fierdag sülben röwer un frög, wat de Queikaal mök. “Don't worry about it”, gnus de Ohm, “Mudder hett em first kakt and nahher brad't; awer he weer nich mör to get: there we raise the katt. "

(Merrn ut Stormarn.)

De holten sabers

De ole Fritz - from the olen Fritz weet the people hunnert and more stories to tell; It is a shame that they are not all house-trained sin - wait in a regiment for soldiers who are spellbound. Just a few times, you pray lightly, because slög he öwer'n Swengel, drünk öwer'n doze or peel the last penny into the card spill. Malins is waiting for that misfortune, that saber is very good.

He wüß sik awer to help un mök sik en boiling rifle from Holt un times dat sodennig an, dat dat from a real saber cum to ünnerscheeden weer.

The lütten un groten officers create that awer but klok, un een de groten steek dat the king, as he mal en all Goden harr.

Nu weer in the datsülwige regiment en poor Sünner, de weer deserted. As the next parade weer, the king made poor Stackel tom Dod, and us grenadiers with that Swert schull em the head.

De ver sik gräsig, firstly, how are this best friend weer, un tweetens, how much sin saber whimsy nu an't light keem. He bed un bettel, he pracher un pranzel: awer dat Hölp all 'nicks, de König stünn' up his word.

So he sik then up, reet sin Säwel ut de Scheed un röp: "So wull ik then, dat min Säwel to Holt Würr!" And as he tohaun däd, Kreeg de Malefizkerl blot en Schramm on the neck.

The king laughs, and the king laughs, you can't get that laugh okay.

De König gave the Dörbrenner that life, and the everyday guy would like tom Schersanten.

(Ut Lauenborg.)

De Professer

Earlier, Minsch mank de Vagels would know all over Sleswig-Holsteen beter Bescheed as de Professer Rohweder in Husum. If hey in the summer you're waiting for tied, so weer hey ünnerwegens in kink and do, bush and brok un beluer de tweebeenigen. He weer ok sünst en very songful man, un de Freden güng 'em öwer everything.

As he times in the morning wedder up de Walz wull, lay sik up sin Nahwerschopp all very happy man and woman in the hair and grumble and shame grassy. The professor admonishes, but not enough to sin. Awer se roar at em: "Stick di man not twüschen Mann un Fru!"

Nah en Stunns Tied, he takes care of an oles Buernhus, where an oles grotesque nest up the Gewel sitt, and the Olsch kiekt klok öwer board, as it was pointed out. Then he became aware that the Adbarei was up for the Mass. Dat is heel blewen and is ok still very warm. He wipes dat aff un röppt en gatlichen Jung, de grad with sin Snappsnut ut de Blangdör kiekt.

"Young, ain't long a dachshund here?"

"Yes, hangs on a Schuerkaben."

“Because I want to hold the ledder and you stiggle up't dack and put the egg in the adbarnest. Wullt that? "

"Yes, what do you give me when ik dat doh?"

"Because kriggst a Duwwelschilling."

"Because let's go."

De Ledder was hired. The young rattles too high and puts the egg right into the nest. The professor frees sik as'n stint. He is all grad in't Wiedergahn, there was up the buerhus rattling, and the oil from the two Adbars, the grad from the Poggenjagd to Hus came, made a big Spiktakel and then the egg wedder rut. The professor turns around, looks at the egg, but now all of the gaps have been created, against it and against the sin. Dat is really fulschölt, as he dat apenmakt. Un as he evidently moves away, he cares as much as when the Adbar rattles near em: "Stick di man not twüschen man un fru!"

(Ut Stapelholm.)

Hans Quast, de Möller

De ole Schollehrer weer with Dod affgahn. There meen the Schohster sin Fru: "You know the post quite god vörstahn, you can read and write without hesitation and ok en pray." Seiggt em in your ears every day, and finally you get close to the probes and bring your warv at.

"Yes, my dear man, then he'll have to take an exam with me." Is that so leeg weer? "Not that, because there is only school in his village in winter." Dat starts off. Us' Schohster sikert sik with reading, writing and Reken just dör, when the Probst smunts ok mennigmas. Toletzt wants to ask him another question: "There was once a king whose name was David." . . "Yes, David, so hey our creator, your dog is ok." . . "This David had a son by the name of Solomon, can he now tell me what Solomon's father was called?" De Schohster scratches his ears, chokes anne Kehl, mutt but whoever confesses that it is not possible whether or not he can't pray. "Well, all right, but tomorrow he has to be here again."

“You don't know what? You don't know that, you Schapskopp? "

"Nah, do you know that, Maleen?"

“Yes, I know that. Süh, we Möller heet Hans Quast, - and his sons heet Peter. - If ik di nu ask how Peter sin Vader heet, can't you sedge that? "

"Yes, Moder, of course I can, you can shut up and shout no more." The next morning the Schohster is all very happy wedder with the probands, binah forgot all about the knocking and seggt. "So, Herr Probst, now you ask me the question again!"

Yes, so and so. - De Probst hadn’t even spoken, then de Schohster shouted: "Hans Quast, de Möller!"

Scholvadder is not worrn for Schohster.

(Kaspel Kolnkarken.)

De false Daler

Weer mal en Hoflächter, de günn 'no Minschen wat as sik sülben, he gev sin Lüd Achterkorn and lütten wages and three more liekers, as if these slaves refuse. Tom seemed awergüng 'he flietig to Kark. As he times wedder in the Kark see and the Klingelbüdel rümgüng ', smeet he ok sin a coin. Darto harr he sik en groten, olen, koppern »Skilling Danske« utsöcht, but en real Prussian Daler darbisteken, um sin Nahwerslüd de Ogen to blur. He vergreep sik awer; de Daler keem in the Klingelbüdel un dat Kopperstück gleed wedder in de Tasch.

On this Sünndag fill the bell money to the monastery. He wunner sik bannig, as he en Daler mank all dat lütte Geld liggen seeg, un grüwel nah, what he woll för en goden Fründ un Günner was waiting for.

An'n Nahmiddag, as he grad times ut sin dark kiekt, - who bows it near de port rin? - the tenant farmer.

Now I know de Köster Bescheed: de wull the Daler wedderhaln. Now wait all siet year and the wrong Daler liggen, de sik ok mal mank dat Klingelbüdelkopper funn 'wait and brush em with the right üm. Quickly sett he sik in sin 'Lehnstohl, the long beep in the mouth and the newspaper for the Ogen. Since klopp dat ok all. "In!"

»God'n Dag, Mr Möhl, what ik seggen wull - no, ik don't want to sit down first - don't take no öwel, Mr Möhl, ik hev mi verrepen - completely verrepen hev ik mi hüt tomorrow in de Kark -, ik wull An eight-schillingsstück in the Klingelbüdel steken un hev en Daler rinsteken - and this is in this bad tied to veel, that we Buern can't allow us on Hüttodags - don't take it, Mr. Möhl, you have been with the Daler wedder, and here is an eight-schillings piece. "

Well weer ja de Köster an't word: “Yes, dear sir, dar weet ik nicks from, wriggles see. The money liggt 'here in de annere Stuv still so up'n Disch, as de Karkendeener dat dar utschütt hett. - See, that's a Daler! "

"Thank you, Mr. Möhl, nicks for ungod!"

Swift weer he wedder ut de Dör un Hög sik, dat he tweeunddörtig Schilling rett harr.

Wat hett he sik awer mistaken, as de Daler doesn’t want to sound and nothing to lift it up. De Köster awer Hög sik, dat he mal en olen Foss fungen waits, de em and the pastors all so few years with eight grain, bad Mettwust and lean Höhner waits.

(Ut de Trav area.)

De Blomenputt

En Fru in de tweete Etasch 'weer vör dull bi't Reinmaken, un bi dat Remanten keem se en' Blomenputt to nahg, dat he dat Gliekgewicht up de Finsterbank loses un up de Strat füll. Gliek darup hear chirping and snacking. As se rutkeek, seeg se all en Hümpel von Minschen üm Eenen tosamen, de wedder upstünn '. Se mök, Wenn't ok to lat weer, dat Finster to, sett sik in'n Lehnstohl un töv nu up the evil Nahklapp. Right, no man climbed the stairs. As se de Dör apen mök, weer dat Ehr eegen man, awer Ehr fill 'but en Steen von't Hart un se röp fruchtert ut:

“God, love, and thanks, you're at it. I wait for all fear, wait for it to drape! "


Dat recipe

Doctor Wuth weer en troubled Minschen: in the evenings and in the mornings, happily go to the Landstrat.

Malins wrr hey happy wedder ut dat bed stop. He just wrote the recipe, because there is no Husknecht rin un säd, dat de Muerlüd, de en nien Peerstall för den Dokter buen, no more waiting for Tegelsteen, and they continue to order un haln schull. De Dokter schreev ok nimble dissect note ut.

What hedd de Tegelmeister sik eight ears scratches, as he see the Mixturzettel to Kreeg. Un wat had de Aptheker sik de Brill cleans and laughs at last, as teindusend Tegelsteen demanded from em.

(Ut Bartheidel.)

De Peerkrüff

Us' Discher Borkmöller weer en heel swiegsamen Minschen. Hey no more, as he jichens nödig waiting, most importantly no more as yes and no. He meen, sin Warktüg, Huwel, Hamer and Say, snack for em with.

Malins weer he all early morning to knock and nail, the whole Kat is so booming. Sin Nahwer, de Snieder, weer ümmer heel nieschierig, keek in't ap'ne Finster un frög: "Well, all so dull bi de work?"


"Do you make a box?"


"For wokeen?"

"For Buer Tietens."

"Who was that?"

"De ole is up."

»Dat hev ik mi woll thought; Let's have it all in Enn. "

So they snack again in Stremel, de Discher from de Peerkrüff, de he för Buer Tietens mök, and de Snieder from the olen Vader Tietens, because he is waiting in a sense, and he nu för dod hell.

Swift three he sik üm un löp von een Hus in't annere: "Hebbt Ji ok all hear, de ole Vader Tietens is nu ok yes with lank?" Un if een un de anner dat nich glöwen wull, because sett he hento : "De Discher hett mi't seggt, de would not seggen, if not true weer, un dat Sark hev ik sülben see." As he nu dat halwe Dorp all affkloppt hett, un von'n Dörpsplatz near de Achterhörn rin bögt - who stands up and snacks with Korl Göben? De ole Vader Tietens, - un very candid is he! - Boy, what chased away sik de Snieder! Swiftly he returns to the valley, where he is all west, warns the doden alive. Bi the Discher hett he sick awer so soon wedder not see laten.

(Ut de Nah un von de Säbarger Landstrat ')

De Graf and de Paster

Dar weer mal en Graf, und dar weer mal en Paster, de kunn 'sik dörchut nich not disperse. When the count with his hunters near the hunt in'n Krog, so scold up the Paster, and when the Paster up his pulpit, because thin he from a certain someone, you can do that with a dozen on the wall föhln kunn, dat he the count meen.

Once the Count to sin 'Jäger sings: »Snied mi mal den eeken shaft ut'n kink; I want to give the pasta to the hide on the evening. «De hunter mutt dat je dohn.

As't nu towards evening keem, send de Graf sin 'Deener close the paster, hey must come up't Sloß; because hey, de Graf, wait for em, the pastor, absolutely necessary wat to sedge. Deener awer know Bescheed and probably the Paster, he schull one leewer to Hus stayed. Awer de Paster weer nich bang ', steek sin load Duwweltpistol in de skirt bag and cheap' with the Deener up't Sloß.

As nu de Paster bi den Count alleen weer, gev soon a word dat anner. Se keemen soon in Striet and up'nmal Lang de Graf den Eeken ut de Eck and ask the Paster: "Do you know Moses sin 'magic wand?"

Awer de Paster weer nich bang ', leads in de skirt pocket un infernal Count de Pistol up de Bost: "Do you know ok Aron sin Füerfatt?"

Since the count sack the stick and the pastor steek sin Scheetding wedder in de pocket and säd:

"If the Herr Graf wants to ask wedder en ask 'ut de hillige script, he may like to laten wedder ropen!"

(Bi'n Schübarg ruin.)

De Bodderdeef

Dat gives Minschen, nothing can be done again as Möhlsteen and Glöhnig Isen. Awer Bodder steal is ok not light.

De Buer Jürn Maaß are waiting for Nahwer, de stell 'sik often in the evening, when it is dull, and waiting for everything to worry, because mal'n Korf and mal'n can' un de position 'he because up de Vördeel (earlier heet dat Flett) bi dat Schöttelbort out. He knows that intorece, dat he in'n gloom, when someone with the Lücht in'n Kohstall or bi dat Hackelssnieden up de Deel weer, wedder rut has to.

Nu mark de Fru Maaß all long, that more than once a whole and then a half slag Bodder is missing ', that is up to the Bort stahn. And every time the Nahwer is west.

"Give it a try!" Said de Buer.

Ins is de Besök wedder and wedder affirm that everything is beautifully gloomy.Keen Minsch cares about em and fumbles he en halwe Slaag Bodder near sin hot rin.

“Oh Nahwer, let's get down to it again. I want to sedge you more watts. ”Un dormit hedd Buer Maaß em ok all bi'n arm un schüf em up the bank to the evening. "Kumm, huk di noch'n pray dal, I want to read this beautiful story out at least once." He list twee long un twee breed, the story doesn't want to take a note.

Un de Nahwer sat there with a hat up the head eighth evening, and the bodder is lapped in so far as far as ears and ears.

"Minsch, what are you sweet- ning and darto - Bodder?"

As'n Hund ahn 'Steert schöv he sik aff.

(Ut death body in Stormarn.)

De kloke fishermen

Weer instmal en Fischer, de stelle en Nett för Aal un Heek ut un läd en Isen för den Voss in the evening. As he next morning bitieds hengüng ', five' he on the way to a bundle of money. Since weer he amused and säd: "Now ik u min Olsch up us olen Dag again lift'n god life." Awer da schöt em dat in the mind, when sin fru dat in the near, because kunn he to court lopen, un have to he't all 'wedder utdohn. With the thoughts leep he again, un as he bi dat Nett keem, seet dar en Heek in, un as he bi dat Isen keem, seet dar en Foss up. Then he take the Heek ut dat Nett un bröch em up't Isen , and take your foot off Isen and broke em in't nice, and load the bundle with the money down the stairs. Da good he wedder to Hus un säd to sin Fru: “Dat is so beautiful Wedder; Don't you just wig near the Fischnett and the Fossisen Kieken? ”Yes, säd se, not good with em. As se up the staircase keemen, five 'se money and weer delighted with hardship. Since sharpening the man Ehr dat in, dat se dat nich nahseggen schull, un se lav em dat, dat se dat ok nich dohn wull. There you go with Ehr nah dat nice, and there five the Foss, un as se bi dat Isen keemen, five the Heek. "Now let us go to Hus gahn," said the man, "because the bailiff is ok all up, and the dowl kiekt em de papers dör."

De Fischer un sin Fru deeden von de Tied an nicks more un levten dar god von. Awer up de Duer kunn de Fru don’t stay away. A few times with a couple of local people bi en Köppen tea seet, gossip se sik un säd't nah. Dat duer keen dree Dag, you know that whole body, that the fisherman is waiting for money, and the bailiff is ok. The fisherman had to be asked about the court and daröwer. He säd awer, dat weern Lögen, wat de Lüd säden. There the bailiff sin Fru haln and in question, what money are waiting for. Yes! säd se, dat harrn se. Da keek de bailiff very seriously to the fisherman; de Fischer awer beer, as if he lach un säd: "Min Fru can woll wat seggen, de is mall." - "What is that?", fill de Fru em in 't Word, "I know that exactly; that weer the silty morning, as wi den Foss in dat Nice and the Heek up dat Isen fungen await. «As de Amtmann dat hear harr, five he an to laugh, dat he sik dat Lief fastholn must. "Yes, Herr Amtmann," säd de Fru, "I know that is still nager, that weer on the sullied morning, as de Düwel in Ehr Hus regeer and Ehr Papieren dörkeek." what mok the bailiff there for the face: “Pedell, came here and brought de Fru rut; de Fru is mall. ”-“ Hev ik dat nich seggt, Herr bailiff? ”said de Fischer. "Yes," said the bailiff, that's how it is, Ji sinlessly, and Ju Fru is worrn again. "

(Ut Ostfriesland.)

De veer namesake

In the city weer times a doctor, de heet Berg. A nice man with a huge mustache. De föhrt mal to Lann 'un dröppt in Runshagen en Buern de heet Dal. De Dokter hells in silence and sings: “Tomorrow; de Lüd segs over, Barg and Dal do not meet him, and now he drapes wildly. Where is Se wrapping up, Dal? "

“Oh, I wanna go to Tagendbody. This is what so'n Rahmaker suspects, de makt completely ruined Stövmöhln (grain cleaning machines). I'll let me make it and just see if it's farrig. "

"I want to go with that, because you can come with me."

Dal hukt with up, un so snack and smökt se sik na Tagendbody.

In'n Krog bi Mudder Dwingersch comes back, köpt sik en Krog Beer, and who cares? De Buer Dalbarg ut Langenmüssen. Em weer en Peerd dodbleben; Now let's see if you can really tell Hans Stahmer about Wallack in Fiefjöhr.

"Nu warr't je woll advise," de Dokter seggt, "where did all de Dal un Barg come from?"

Then de Weertsfru grent, buckt ut de Stubendör and röppt de Trepp rup: "If you came sooner, the coffee became cold."

Somebody pults de Trepp rünner, takes care of the coffee table in de Döns rin un sett sik. Mudder Dwingersch sings: “Dat was Tied, that business came, Herr Bargdal. Se hebbt all veel to lang 'slapen. «Mr Bargdal weer namely a Lübeck Tügkopmann, Plünnkerl saden wi earlier, unhauseer de area aff.

“Does he know Mr. Sik? Mr. Bargdal ut Lübeck. "

"Nu treck ik aff," seggt de Dokter, "who knows if nothing more came, sunst finn wi us not at all wedder utenanner."

(Ut de Dkörper bi Trittau.)

De Buer with sin Fru

When twee Minschen togliekertied hohjap (yawn), because levt se still en Johr tosam. Dat weet everyone.

Nu weer dar mal'n Buern, de müch sin Fru ni more songs and he would like to go away. He keem toletz 'up the thought, he wull rather in'n Wohld. Merrn in't Holt know a bomb with en boiling, sekern Telgen. Dat weer awer all towards evening un ok wied to gahn. So be both möd worrn un de Fro hohjappen un seggt: "Ik warr all möd, Vadder, oo - ha!"

Un as se nu still darbi is, there is em embroidered, hey mutt ok hohjahnen un seggt, how se nu still do a year of life: "Well, mudder, because let us be wedder to Hus gahn!"

And then another year, stupid Grapen have been forgiven.

Here! awer not here!

Thick verdreben see de Buer in de Isenbahn, both thumbs in the vest pockets and a fat cigar in the mouth. Up the nagste statschon - ik sound, whether it is in Rendsborg or Flensborg weer - steeg such a guy from student in, handling his puffer and umbrella and can not nearly tok the Dörn. Let the Buern have fun, he baller de Dör to, nöhm the finger and tuck sik first before the head and then up the wrist and seggt darto:

"Here! awer not here! "

The student beer so, as if it doesn't understand it, but it tingles em it. As se en Viertelstunn 'föhrt harrn, füng' he bi de dark curtain 'and toletz ok bi de emergency brake to fumble. He beer, as if he can't hike that handle. Wrong! De Buer güng 'up den Liem.

He stünn 'up, reet with a Knuff dat thing dal un wull grad wedder wat to the students sedge. Since hell ok all de tog, and a few Isenbahners are not close, do an interrogation with them and do not load them into their heels, a thick grip on their money bag to dohn.

As de student utsteeg, tuck he sik up'n arm first un toletz vörn Kopp un säd ok darto: »Here! awer not here! "

(Meern ut Holsteen.)

Dat level

En Buer harr sin Speegel laten fall, un nu kunn he sik garnich affix the beard. As he nu all quite rugmulig weer, mök he sik up to city, üm sik en nies Speegel to köpen. Nah long söken fünn 'he an'n Marktplatz en grotes Hus, and weern ok Speegels in all Aarten to köpen. He sings to the shop lady: »You, give me a stick. - Can't you hear? You should give me a spear. You, you ole dwatsche Deern, you! ”The young lady was stunned and loped near the gentleman, that this is such a cheeky Buern, that the“ you ”bless to honor.

Because de Herr Sülben cares and asks what he wishes. “Yes, you can give me a lütt Speegel tom beard scraper, you know yeah, wat ik meen. Do you understand, do you? ”Then em de Kopmann asks what he is talking about with de Dör in't Hus and gliek“ you ”seggt.

»Je,« de Buer un griently, »there is always no shop dark, that dat bi dozen is cheaper.«

De Kopmann laughs, we were ok with the price. As de Buer betahlt hett, he wants to wrestle the Speegel so in de Tasch, and de Kopmann seggt: "I will't first pray en inslagen." He meen in paper. Dar wull de Buer awer nothing of weeten un säd: "No, inslagen warr't woll wedder happy enough!"

This story would be veel in't Ahrensbörger God in min Jungsjahrn, as dat He- und Du-seggen uphöll 'and dat Se-seggen more upkeem.

The strong stuff

Merrn in a groten Wohld stünn 'de gloomy then so close tosam, that no sun ray up he could come. Dar weer ok en swarte Waterkuhl, un grote Steen lay around wildly. Dar tru sik keen anner Minsch as de hunter. They all rumor, de Düwel delusional. Often times you believe the hunter; awer de säd then ümmer: "Ik bün vör den Düwel nich bang ', lat em you came!"

As he sik nu een time lat in't Holt upholn harr un kum the way dörch de Sneesen finn 'kunn, stünn' mit'n times de Düwel vör em. He don't know em, dach sik awer gliek, dat de Satan dat weer.

De wonder then near the right path and all sorts of things. Toletz ok nah dat thing, dat he öwer de Schuller is waiting.

"Dat is min tobacco beep."

"What was that about?"

"Dar smök ik mal ut to min 'Tiedverdriev."

"O, dat Smöken müch ik ok want to teach."

"Dat is light to teach, paß man god up. You stick the Enn in your mouth and start to sugen properly."

De Düwel only sucks in Kröpelskraft, and the hunter starts to fumble with the tap.

"So nu steek ik, nu sug man fix to!" Darmit presses both buttons up'n aff. De Düwel begins to puff un to speen un schriggt. "Boy, this is awer strong stuff!" Unmakt, dat he in sin lock cares. Hett sik ok number until the hunter wedder see laten.

The story is all heel old un öwerall to Hus, blivt awer ümmer young.

De veermal dode Pap von Lüttensee

In olen Tieden weer in Lüttensee en monastery. He still knows the city in he Mitt von't Dörf, where de Kark hett, and de Krog an de Landstrat was still "up'n monastery" from Öllere Lüd.

In't Kloster is malins en Pap west, de hett sik, if de Buer, de then up dat Peemöllersche Hus madness, is with Holt near Hamborg, from whom sin Fru laten god foster with Eeten and Drinken.

One evening the Buer to sin Fru sings, that the next day wants to town. It wakes you up the next morning really good. He can not at all diminish sik awer and seggt: "I can see no embroidery in front of Ogen; mi is all gloomy un swart; ik mutt man to Hus bliewen. "

So he bliwt then. As de Sünn 'nearest seems so warm, sin Fru to em: "Ik hev the utdöschten Weeten in de Sünn' create; you tell de hecklers about one of affholn. "

He puts sik nu ever more blind and dull at un lett sik from Ehr nah'n yarn. Dar mutt he sik bi the bun Weeten up en Hüker dalsetten. Se gives a sweep in hand, so mutt he always goes back and forth with Christmas.

Now de Pap, un de Fru swiestert em to, hey schall mal read in de Döns gahn; se will em wat nice Eeten maken, hook with botter tip. It is ok, that the night is blind worrn. Se consecrates in de Kök. The papawer was long de Tied, un he lay sik in dat Kuzbett un slöppt in. Wieldes hett de Fru dat gigantic hild to Ehr Kaken. It löppt ok times in'n Goarn, and beeten parsley and stang 'Marrek to haln.

De Buer quickly jumps up and kiekt in't Dark; because hey is not at all blind. As he nu hears the Pap in de Stuv snarking terribly and the mouth asks apen, löppt he nah de Kök, takes the putt with smölte botter and gütt de Pap in 'Mul. Since sett he sik wedder very quietly bi den Weeten dal.

As de Fru wedder wrinkles and wants to nödigen Pap tom Eeten, spurts and presses he nich, lett sik ok nich ribs and roe; hey is dod.

Nu givt dat en groten Larm in't Hus, un nu is good advice düer.

Then se sik thinks that the Schohster up de Rahwerschop can't sing if someone kiekt in sin darkness. Let the doden tie first, put em awer on the evening when dat is dimly worrn, close eight the schohster is dark.

As de Schohster goes to sin 'Disch again, he see that this guy is in't Finster school. Em löppt gliek de Gall öwer and he seggt: »Töf man, you want ik to bet; glup you un de Deuster! "

He takes his biggest ledge and puts the guy on the head with it, dörch't Finster, that rügglangs fall there. De Schohster löppt rut, un as he see the pap dod liggen, meent he je nich anners as dat he em dodsmeeten hett. He ponders sik awer; dat sin Nahwer en Bom with riepe Appeln hett, in the dat Jungvolk stiggt, Appeln to musen. So he pushes the doden into the Appelbom and slacks gently into its catalytic converter.

The Appelbuer hett all long up the Deef luert and goes bi Nachtlapen Tied near sin 'Appelhoff. Then he became aware of the guy in the Bom Gliek and with a stick as thick as an arm close to him, thumped it and blivt it. Wat nu? He cares in his mind that the old day is the Trittau market. Cum is the next morning de Sünn 'upgahn, so sett he the pap up'n car, tension en blinn' padd before, that who knows the way heel god, and goes to market.

As se up't Markt kamt, he dei pap dat Lai in de hand, stiggt aff un seggt: »Nu föhr man to; ick mutt here just close dit Hus rin! "

As de Pap nu up the market cares, where the poor peerd never knew anything about it, he hunted all the way up los un rode Telten un Boden üm. Then the boy falls down and slaht em so dull, that he falls from the car and was carried away, ditmal to veerten and last time.

(All of Stormarn.)


De Wilddeewerie weer earlier bi us to Lann 'gar no grotesque crime. "Don't let blot get fat." The largest Scharpschütt up dit Flach is woll Eidig west. He weer so famous, the great artist Otto Speckter ut Hamborg and a picture by a teekent hett, that is still hanging here and on the wall. Leeder crunch up em tight, de up de fairs to the noodle box sung'n crunch.

At that time weer de hunting royally or countly. Dat veele Wild däd de Buern great damage, un so blessed, dat sworn to pray with uprüm. May weer he ore ok recognizable un smeet Ehr mal en Griesen or even de deer in'n Schimmern in de Blangdör. Up besonners goden Fot stünn 'he with the Daglöhners un Holthauers, the en goden booth nahwiesen or em even driewen un slepen hülpen.

De Jägers, Försters and Holtwahrers awer weer he en Dorn in't Og. "He brings us to the office and bread!" You can't get em to warn. He's waiting to be spellbound. If se keemen, weer he is just west.

Vör luder Wehldag 'hett he still pissed off with honor. Hey hett more the hot from the head, the button from the skirt, the heel from the stewel and the bottle from the neck. A couple of times it lifts em so full of encirclement, that it creates bi de Bücks. Un likers know he wedder ut de fingers to came. In't Holt kneep he ehr ut, leet nah sick Scheeten, tell sick, as if he drapen weer and man een Stunn 'waiting to live more. Keemen se then with a car or exchange, so weer de Vagel wedder utslagen. Malins harrn se em all in en Backhus sparrt un twee Wachten stünn 'darvör. Well, he baben dörch de Dackpann 'un leet de Posten to guard the annoying bakery. Toletz keem en Slaukopp up the infall, se wulln send em near America Eidig weer ok but want all de Borrn ünner de Föt to heet, un so güng 'he up the suggestion in. He leet sik bring near Hamborg, give rice money un schipper öwer the great Diek near the land of de grote Frieheit, where back then Thunderous buffalo lop around without a master, clouding millions of rocky dunes de Sünn ', all of the animal animals completely dead. - Maybe there is one in the wilderness but that Krut un Lot utgahn, because he schall toletz in a city, where many Germans think that Krogwirtschaft is down. Annere wraps em up even now in Hamborg.

(Around bi'n Sassenwohld rüm.)

Torügg betahlt

Hans Bröcker ut Lütten-Hansdorp weer not talk if he can not make fun. Mal harr he en halv Dutz Frünn 'ut the next Karkdbody to sin' birthday inlad't. As se nu all 'up de long bank eight the big Eekendisch, where dat Bodderbrod in big horns and full glasses with punch stünn', sik dal sett wait, brök de bank dal un se huken alltosam up the Fotborrn, because he waits een Been from the bank losmakt, dat se tom Ümkippen keemen. Awer dat se grumble, - se em not do the favor. As the damage does not occur, you can rest easy and calm again.

As Hans Bröcker nu dat next time to Möhl föhr, wull he sik ok gliek laten raseern, because the stubble weern all arig long worrn. He sett sik so eighth up sin 'Wagenborrn, leet the beard scraper rutkamen and scratch em ok de eene back blank. As he darmit farrig weer, güng 'dat Finster apen and he Würr rinropen. The schull sik an accident in't Hus todragen lift, and he schull the blot breastfeed.Hans Bröcker luer, awer de Bartschraper no nich wedder. He söch öwerall in't Hus, but the man leet sik not hear and see. He must halv raseert to Möhl un wedder to Hus föhren un mark nu, what he weer: dat se em dat torügg betahlt wait.

(Ut Bartheidel.)

De stubben

In Wohldorp or Ohlstäd, I don't know exactly where anymore, I used to be crazy about örntlichen, fluid minschen; de work un create from morning to evening, un in un bi sin Hus rüm seeg everything is edgy ut.

Most of all worry that in winter what to burn is waiting for you. Darüm he in't spring peat and in'n winter rad he stumps in't Holt. It used to be that everyone knew how to get money. On the south wall of sin Kat harr he de tweimakten stumps are piled up high over the Ösel.

As' nu once wedder winter weer, keem em dat so vör, dat sin stubben so advising affoice, as if he wanted a quiet Liekedeeler waiting. He mök an de böwelsten Stubben Krüzen and Teeken, and de weern then ok soon confused.

We are waiting for the Kopp and we are waiting for the infall soon. He dig into several stumps with a finger-length lock, mök dat vull Scheetpulwer un smeer dat baben with clay to, dat you can't see that. - Close to one day, de Muermann dar vörbi, and us' Katenbuer asks where he's going. “Oh,” seggt he, “I sound like the Hawerkamps-Buern wedder up their backbone, which yesterday morning I exploded. He hett mit Dannenstubben bött un de hebbt jawoll to veel oxyhydrogen developed. "

»Well«, de Katenbuer seggt, »because weet ick nu ja ok, where min stump bleewen sin; awer de was wont wedder wedder came. "

Mennigmal the story was ok so that de Slaumeier all up de Luer stahn hett un gliek weer, as de Backaben in de Luft güng '.

(Alster area.)

Hans Hawerland

In de Probstie lev mal en rieken Buern, de heet Hans Hawerland. He wait en grote Rönn ', de ümmer drög weer. Un how he nu mennig times Een 'öwern Döst drünk, so no he dared to be colorful. Darbi still harr the habit, dat he toslöp, as soon as he to sitten or to liggen keem.

Malins wull he with sin 'Jung en pale from de Wischen to Hus haln. He got into the boat and struck the beach. As se dat Deert fat Kreegen lifts, let the young to Hus rieden. He wants to stick in a boat to Hus. Dat is awer heel hitt, he was tired, put sik lingelank in the boat there and slöppt in. Wieldeß keem a wind up and threeev em ümmer back in the sea.

As he wakes up, he keen country can no longer see the Schönbarger Karkentorn. As he nu seeks that no roping and rehmen are of any use, he sik wedder there and runkst again.

Close long Tied gev dat en Stot: the boat is on the beach. He klasper sik rut, un de Lüd leepen tosam. Hans kunn awer keen word understand, un so mark hey, dat he on a danish island lands weer. Weern awer gode Lüd up Langeland, we provide you with food and drinks and close a couple of days in Schipp close to Kiel föhr, because there is a boat aft, and you can slap close to Ellerbek.

There was no car and there was a boat along with the boat near Schönbarg. Darrn se em all för dod utropen, un sin eegen Fru reet vör em ut, bet se sik toletz wedder an em habit. If somebody just takes care of the dwatsch togang ', one snacks with the "Hawerlandsfahrt."

(The poet F. Weber hett dat Stückschen all times in Riemels fat. Awer de Probstier represents dat leewer in Ehr Alldagssprak.)

Dat night light

"There is no putt so shy, the lid fits," says the saying. Un so kreeg de Buer von'n Lünkenhoff ok still toletz en Fru, so'n halvsleeten Minsch, as you want to seggt.

As de Hochtied just wanted to go to bed, säd de Fru: "O Hinnerk, I can't get the light!"

Then he wedder ut the bed rut and füng to blow un puss un puss, awer - he kunn't ok nich utkriegen, how he with sin mouthwark weer right-boiled. Da buck de Fru ut de Dör: "Trina!" - oh, come on and make us use the light! "Trina keem, awer se weer ok nich instann '; because more böwelste Lipp hüng 'as en Füerhardskapp öwer de ünnerste röwer. Se pust un woe aen üm't anner: "I hev hev all so little light utpust, but wake up evening bün ik yeah want to be bewitched."

You have to give up the Spillwark, and now Hans, the servant has to come here. Awer Hans tier sik ok vergevs darmit aff. So as the Deern dar ümmer vör dal blast, so blow with sin Sneeschüwerlipp dar vör nah baben. "So'n twisted stuff!" Schimp hey un troubled wedder aff.

They still have a whole lot of water. De ole Moder ut de Achterstuv herropen must warn. Yes, yes, de Olen has more experience. Se lick an'n Dumen un kneep dat blaken light ut. All can go to bed.

(Long the olen Ossenweg.)

Dat lütte bread

En ole baker in de Achterstrat is plagued by the Giez. He back dat Brod so lütt, as he man jichens kunn. So wait for sin Kunn 'des lütten Rundstück, which binah dörch't Slötellock, and hear the thin Bodderkoken veel dead. Now hey up de Vördeel ok en parrot in en Trallenbur stahn. Wiel de Papagei nu every day the snack from dat lütte Brod to hear kreeg, poplar he dat bilütten near.

Dat keem so wied, dat de baker ok toletzt eight de Trallen to sitten keem, un as he wedder los weer un de Vagel em with "dat lütte Brod", there threeh de baker em dat Gnick um un smeet em in the evening in ' n Rönnsteen; hey dach, de Rotten wrench em wool at night.

As now around midnight weern all Lüchen utpust, no dune guy lank de Strat frolic and fill up close to the parrot there. De weer awer not quite dod un line em: "Hest ok wat von't lütte Brod snacks?" The guy chases away sik bannig and wed wedder sober; hey wüß wedder, where hey weer and long the baker are parrot close veeles knocking in de Dör. Now the baker is completely dodslagen un up in the city where there is no sunniness in a man.

(Dithmarschen, un von Büsum bet Baghdad.)

Fritz Reuter let the parrot sin Ask all the proverb lopen and Boysen-Nienkarken hett more all in Riemels.

Wat de Schufkar segs

Dar weer mal en Daglöhner, de güng 'binah all summer to moor un mök peat. Schufkar usually waits with him, and in the evening the whole federation dries up peat with to Hus. Along the way, you have to go to the field and go to the Strämel in Dannenholt. At that time there was still öwerall veel game, rabbits and deer. So don't you think about it, sik aff un an en braden to scheten. Dat good 'ok a couple of times god.

As he one morning wedder loskarjolt, de Flint in'n Sack up de Kar, takes care of it so before, as when de Schufkar, who doesn’t wait for several days, his speech hett and sadly slowly sings and beeps:

"Turn over, turn over."

He doesn't come back, tövt up 'moor, bet dat was dim and newelig in the evening, and pour in' no way to 'Holt en deer. Cum hett he dat in'n sack bi de Flint ünner steak the peat, so the hunter takes care of something or the hog paddock to stake. Since de Daglöhner chases spell and nimble, and de ole Schufkar seggt more nimble:

"Dat hev'k mi thought, dat hev'k mi thought!"

Awer de Jäger has long Been un kreeg em bi de Slevitten, take em de Flint un dat deer aff, and the closest he has to hum three days in "Johann Mus sin Fack".

(Duvenstadt an de Alster.)

Dat sware Bünnel

A learned doctor who times en Reis' to Fot mök, (en student, de to Hus wull un keen money awaits), awaits a long bathing time ut tiredness in the grass on the way. Since there is no office with a couple of strong peers, I wonder if he would like to join.

Dat take hey yes ok with big thanks to un sett sik bi the offices up dat board. Sin swares Bünnel awer with all kinds of Kleedaasch, Brod and Böker behöll he up the puck. As he darmit the Buern a couple of times with stött harr, if not with the car sometimes en Stot, asked the Buer em whether he would smieten the Bünnel eighth in the car body, dat Drägen he wasn’t necessary.

"Oh, gladly!" Seggt de scholar, "dat doh ik gladly, if he still wants to fohrn with dat Bünnel ok!"

De Buer smustergrien un dach: Dat ole Sprickword is right: "The more learned, the more wrong."

(Ut de Kiel area.)

De Wiehnachtsdeev ’

Twee Daglöhners, Johann Busch and Adam Rüsch stünn 'all long' Dag för Dag bi den Vullbuern Thieß Dunker up de Grotdeel and döschen rye, with de Flögel, klipp, klapp - heel close. Yes, you just think about it; for se creegen the eleventh grain as wages, dat heet from the same tunnels creeg de Buer tein un se een; dat leegste awer weer, dat de rye not really worth it.

A couple of days for Christmas Eve stünn 'se wedder suspiciously up de Döschlad to knock. All 'he Buern un ok de Handwarkers take care of the festival, the good food and ok quite a lot up'n Disch, un se, de Döschers, harrn nicks as Swartbrod and Kantüffeln with bacon.

"We should steal something from us."

"Thought hev ik dar ok all."

You may be more familiar with your thoughts, and you wait for the will first, then you will soon find your way.

Dat weer üm disse Tied yes all heel happily gloomy, un then schull Adam, as the strongest of the two, bi en Buern en fat Hamel ut'n stall haln, un he, Johann, wull bi the baker in't Finster in de Backstuv went in when they were all eating dinner, and steeking so many cokes, pancakes and bread in a sack, that they were waiting for Christmas and never-a-year.

In the evening keem, we are sailing away. Johann keem ok right in the bakery sin dark rin. Awer there he wat gahn un kreeg nicks again with as en groten Büdel vull Pepernöt. Darmit keem he god away un güng 'nah he Kark, de en beeten alleen stünn' un with Muer, Busch and Böm ümiegen weer.

Inn 'Karkentorn, de üm de Tied still apen weer, wulln de two Spitzbowen, as se affmakt harrn, sik drapen un der Kram deeln. Hey dach: You can start to deeln ok all bi de Pepernöt. He nöhm ümmer three pieces of twüschen de fingertips and loads in twee horns: Dit sünd min! - un dit sin Adam sin! - and more nimble: Dit sin min, un dat sin Adam sin!

He weer noch brave bi to tell, so keem de Köster un wull de Bädklock trek. Hear what snacking in the Torn. Twinty year weer he dares all bi wind and neither, in the greatest gloom came, and we wait for wat drape. Hey lüster again to, - right: Dit sünd min, un dat sünd Adam sin! There he was afraid. Adam? dat weer ja de first Minsch west, un de anner? Well, dat weer then seeker de Düwel. He deel woll with Adam de Knaken from all 'de Minschen, de lay here about de Kark, de Goden from de Böse, - anners kunn't garnich sin.

Hey je lies torügg, un there fill em the paster in. De pasters and olen Preesters are more than happy to talk about all the mischief and can be maddened.

"Mr. Paster, you should come along quickly, that's how it happened to me."

“My dear man, what got into his head? Otherwise he's sensible and prudent. "

"Yes, that’s the way it is, come along with me, because Se sik can tell you about the truth."

De Paster snacks even more of "nonsense!" But de Köster stands up a piece. There he starts to complain, that you so swack up de Been is because of the ol rheumatism, and ok heel here up de Bost from the long charred.

De Köster wiggles and stumbles to anyone who wants to take the Paster up'n Hukenack and impose it.

Dat is starting. Slowly and peddt de Köster sik with the pastes up'n puck up the stairs.

Now is Johann awer all with dat Deeln von de Pepernöt farrig un luert ut de Dör, wat de anner, Adam, not yet dealt with Hamel soon. Now hear and see he wat arrived and meent yes no anners, as dat Adam brings Hamel. He robs:

"So, nu kumm one rin quickly, ik hev the knife all in the hand and want em de throat quickly dörchsnieden, that he doesn't make a noise first!"

De Paster has not heard anything at all, so he jumps from the coaster and is ruffled up in spite of rheumatism and airiness to Hus. De Köster even had one of his hellten tuffles steeken.

Soon Adam takes care of the Hamel. Awer se slacht em not in the gate aff; aft kink, but not dorp finnt se dat seekerer.

This joke story was distributed in all peoples siet ole tieden, now so, now anners. Who does not want to glöven can read more in "Schimpf und Ernst" by Brother Johannes Pauli 1522 (No. 46), in the "Sassische Döneken Bok 1829" and ok in Professor Wisser sin Märken ("Giff di"). Ick hev se so upschreben, as ik se vör mennig year int Kaspel Kolnkarken mi hev vertellen laten.

De kole Aben

Mi Dünk, de Mann weer Koppersmid. Keem dat because ok woll, dat he winter days are really warm in the room. Dat harr sin Nahwer, de Schohster weer, sik denn utklamüstert, un wiel he en groten Giezhals weer, put sik every evening close to work with the Koppersmid in and nöhm the best place in the evenings in. Dat worm den Smid denn toletz un he beslöt, toekeln the Schohster away. Start like that.

An en bitterkolen Dag, as dat Glas up Twintig ünner den Strich stünn ', tröck he sik twee Röck un twee Büxen an, börr nicks in un hüng' en olen potion pods in the evenings.

De Schohster hög sik all. He wull sik thoroughly dörchwarm'n. He meen, de Aben weer in vulle Glot, because the bright shine shines through the cracks. De Smid snack delights in dit un dat un däh, as if you are right up sin jüstement weer. De Schohster awer Kreeg dat so bi lütten with dat Tähnklappern, and in Goshut close to anner löp em lank the puck. As nu de Smid mal rutgüng ', keek de Schohster in the evenings un Würr nu aware, what de Smid em för'n Schawernack is waiting for.

Ahn Adjüs to seggen güng 'he rut, slög de Dör to un keem nich wedder. De Koppersmid awer lach sik in de Fust un güng 'to bed.

(Ut't Kaspel Kolnkarken.)

Paul Bodderbrod

In Hilligensteden lev mal en man, de heet not anners as Paul Bodderbrod. He weer ümmer hungerbeetsch and lungerfreetsch un eet for Söben. As the Bischof mal de Karken in the area visenteer, de Pastorn em ok from Paul sin Freeten and Supen up de Kösten and Högen. Since the bishop em times to sik un pretend that so'n freeten an supen at all more minschlich weer.

Paul säd dar nich veel to, as dat eene word: "Ik can dat dohn un laten."

Dat last word filled the bishop and he säd, dat weer god, he keem nah three year wedder, un den schull em, the bishop, dat he was when he waited for dat laten.

Right, near three years, he asked sik wedder in, un een of his first questions whether Paul Bodderbrod is waiting for a long lifespan.

The pastor would have to poke his head down, weer still more than that ole leed with em. So leet de Bishop Paul wedder to sik came un smeet em vör, dat he sin word because of dat Laten braken harr.

»Ik hev Em nicks promise«, säd Paul, »ik hev dat so meent: wat ik eeten un drinken doh, dat can ik laten in min Liev ok.«

Dat kunn he ok, because de Lüd säden: he wög 476 pounds.

(Ut all of Holsteen.)

De Handul

Weer malins en office daughter, de cant see god, un keeneen of de young guys up de hand and area wull more to early. De Mudder awer would like to fraudulently and get rid of it. De keem then ok near a tied with nice, song-like Minschen.

Now mothers and daughters are waiting for a sly trick. De Mudder säd: »Kiek, Deern, here I stick a button needle in the wallpaper on the wall, and when the young Minsch is sitting here in the Döns, and you don't want to snack anymore, because you ask me, what de Button pin on the wall to bedüden hett. "

Well, that's ok so in. The young guy sitt, and the mother cares, asks the daughter: "Mudder, what did you do with the button on the wallpaper?" "Och, Deern", seggt de Mudder, »de hev ik dar rinsteeken, as ik curtains upsteek, un hev er vergeeten; you're okay with everything! "

Then the young guy thinks: That is not true, what de Lüd seggt; It can be just as god kieken as annere Minschen.

Darmit goes to the daughters rut; because it wraps up the Middageeten, bringing the beautiful Aantenbraden to Disch. De Mudder puts' em up'n Disch, and de Daughter takes care of de Töllers, we don't know, that mother is all west of the world. As soon as you see the Disch stahn, you take the Schört and rakt dat von'n Disch: "O, nu hett Mudder de Handul still up'n Disch liggen laten!" Darmit rakt the Braden completely turned away from'n Disch .

The young guy is upstairs and he hasn't seen anything.


De Ol know that better

As Kiel is still en lütte city weer, güngen towards evening, as dat all schummerig Würr, three students near Düsternbrok rut.Since no Ehr en ole Professer in de Möt. He's waiting for a walk to go to Hus. You know your host from now on. There you have to be quick, you want to have fun with the oils. Se möken sik de skirt collar up, press the hot in't face, you don't know how to know, and you don't have to go into Gosmarsch a step utenanner, quickly to the Olen vörbi.

De eerste säd: "Good evening, Father Abraham."

"Good evening, Father Isaac!" Säd de tweete and de drütte of course:

"Good evening, Father Jacob."

Se meenen Wunner, what are you waiting for.

De Ole awer stünn 'quietly and close: “That's not true; ik bün keen Abraham, keen Isaak and ok keen Jakob. Awer ik bün Saul, de sin 'donkeys are lost; nu awer hev ik gliek dree wedderfunnen. "


Tom big donkey

In en lütte town weer en oles Weertshus, dat heet "tom griesen donkey". De Frömden like to return; because in the city weer not really going on. Awer op de olen Stöhl un banks at the thick Eekendischen, wüschen he Höhlten Tafelwann 'with shiny croissants' un Kann' seeten se heel comfortably. From year to year De Weert was rieker un toletz öwermödig. As mal de sovereign prince he returned, bathed de Weert em, whether he em de grote Ehr andohn wull, dat he "tom sovereign prince" up sin shield shouted dorp. De Fürst leet sik move there with grace. With trumpets and beeps, the shield never hung up.

Gegenöwer deludes anner Kröger, who only has something to do when dat in the "big donkey" to vull west weer. De lett sik nu en paint a nice sign »tom griesen donkey«. Who nu as Frömdling keem, return to it, and in "tom Landesfürsten" would not give a gift and not be ashamed, not sad't un not brad't. Toletz was angry de ole Weert, reet "tom sovereign" wedder aff un sett up sin sign "tom true griesen donkey". Awer de Frömden laugh at öwer un säden, hey wait right, dat weer he sülben.


The monster is Brill

In olen Tieden, as de Karken are not yet waiting for all 'en Örgel, but in a lüttes Dbody en Köster, de Gemeen must first sing the song, and then sung it close. Üm sik dat nu en pray lights to maken, nöhm he ümmer de melody "Who only lets God rule" un bruk denn blot de Wörder hertobeden.

Eenes Sünndags, as he all dat Gesangbok goal right puts harr with de Brill darup, harr he still ünnen in de Kark wat vergeten un löp nimble de stairs hendal. Since keemen de olen Karkenjungs bi un smeern em de Brill with Smolt vun Ehr Brod in.

As he nu wedder baben weer un wull de first Reeg vörseggen, kunn he nicks read un säd:

"What's that with my glasses?"

De Gemeen sang that truhartig close.

"It's all smeared with sebum."

"It's all smeared with sebum."

"O people, that's not my will."

"O people, that's not my will."

Since they were puzzled and sweeping quietly. Siet de Tied hett de Köster ummer bannig up sin Brill fits.

(Ut Lauenborg.)

Dat Krümp-Enn ’

En Husknecht, de first vör korte Tied von'n Lann 'came weer, köff sik en Stück Tüg von twee Eel un bröch dat to en Snieder, de schull em dar en lakensch Jack ut maken, dat he sik in de town ok see laten kunn. He töv veer Weeken, un güng 'nah veertein Dag' wedder hen; awer de Snieder is waiting un kreeg de Jack not farrig. As he nu toletz gritzig Würr un sin right demand ', säd de Snieder, he harr dat Tüg first has to bend, un dar weer nicks nahbleeven, dat doc weer completely un inlopen.

In sin 'Anger güng' he nu nah the Kopmann and ask howveel dat Tüg bi't Krümpen loses. There säd de Kopmann, en Bolten Tüg usually loses twee Eel, nothing more.

He wedder over near the Snieder: »De Kramer hett mi seggt, up en Bolten Tüg is at most en Krümp-Enn 'from twee Eel to reken, un you wullt mi vertelln, dat. . . . "

“Quiet, quiet,” said de Snieder, “because everything is okay; because you want to create that Krümp-Enn '

(Ut veele lütte Städer.)


Before fifty, sweet years weer in us' you have a single piano and that harr de ole Köster Fehrsen. In the evening in the Schummertied plegg he sik like to clink rantosettes and all sorts of little bits and pieces that don't remember. Because plegg sik sin Nahwer, de Jäger Mordhorst, bi em intostelln un totohörn.

Once in Harvst klag de Köster em, dat de Motten in this summer very grassy in the piano hüst harrn. If you wedder to town keem, because wull he sik but from de Aptheek en means bring and deserve and rot. They freed em namely in the felt, de op he lütten Hamers sitt, big holes.

Now the hunter would like to do him a favor. The next evening keem he wedder un säd: »Nu hev ik all en remedies against de Beester, who opens the piano, breaks along. Where schall ik dat henleggen? "Darmit tröck he en isern Bögelfall ut sin grote Rocktasch, put it up un leet Ehr sometimes tosnappen:" Wat de to pack kriggt, hell you know! "

"Minsch," said Köster Fehrsen, "do you think you can use it to catch moths?"

De Jäger smacks on his face: "Och, Köster, ick hev yes Rotten understand!"

(Ut Bartheidel.)