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I'm still behind, so this is still shorter than usual.  What's italicized is what I'm unsure about.

    After eating, Fritz was not to be moved, to lay himself again on his rest bed.  "I must gradually practice," he said and askt Hanna to take a short turn with him through the garden.

    "So that your stronger arm upholds me, if it should not go alone," he added jokingly.

    But it went very well; even without her help, one noticed how good the movement was for him after the days-long resting.

    "I shouldn't have left the field at all, despite all doctors.  But in the end, they certainly aren't what has me on this walk but rather the wish, after the exhausting battle, to say good day to you once."

    She laughed.  "You have really become healthy alarmingly quickly so that you are already making your jokes now."

    "You're right.  It is a joke.  In the field, one thinks about nothing of the sort."

    "What then does one think about in the field?"

    "On that which one hits."

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    "On nothing else?  Not even that one could fall?"

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I'm still behind, but I've been catching up some.

    "It was not directed straight at you, Miss Hanna," said Fritz, a little embarrassed; "but it doesn't matter.  You understand it best of all....  So when, Doctor?"

    "At the earliest, in four days."

    "In two," replied Fritz firmly, "despite your powerful maxims:  in two!  To-day yet, for my sake also still to-morrow.  But the day after to-morrow, no power in the world will hold me any longer."

    "Then I, as a physician, refuse any responsibility."

    "And I, as a soldier, cannot take them upon myself if I stay even just one hour longer.  Or

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do you mean I would want to fall defenseless into the hands of the Russians here one day and to be chased from Perm out of the wider course of the war?"

    He saw Hanna's frightened eyes and stopt quickly.

    "What is he saying there about the hands of the Russians and about Perm?" she turned to the physician.

    "Nothing, Miss Hanna.  The captain is in a bad mood to-day.  I fear a little bit of fever is still stuck in his limbs; such wounds bring that with themselves, even if they are otherwise not dangerous."

Grammatical Minutia

I'm not sure if I correctly understood "von Perm."  I translated it as "from Perm," assuming that Perm is a city, but it could also be "by Perm," if Perm is the name of a character.  Maybe I'll learn more as I progress.

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I've been focusing on some other projects lately and got even further behind in translating than I was already, so this month's installment is a bit shorter.

    "Much longer, Pastor, as long as the war lasts!  Let the others

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be shot dead for the Fatherland!  Let the lame and the crippled limp out of here on their wooden legs or crawl on all fours into the firing line; as the doctor says, I'm sitting pretty here and let myself be taken care of and pampered... is it right like this!?"

    His patience was torn; he spoke with severe scorn.  "God knows, had I suspected that one would make me a prisoner here, I would never have come into this parish garden, harbored in peace; I would have rested in some army field hospital and then gone after the enemy again!"

    "I see, I see... are you so little satisfied with your hospital, Captain?  Have we done our business so poorly?"

    A young girl in a simple calico dress had come out of the house with a bowl full of pears and a plate of light cookies, had placed fruit and cake on the table, and, with eyes in the brownish, place face that wanted to appear naughty and yet were not able to, lookt at the one lying down.  "So, 'a prisoner'!  And 'some army field hospital' - that was indeed said very friendly.  Good that our other patients inside are more content with us."

Commentary

I translated "böse" as "naughty" ("eyes... that wanted to appear naughty"), but I'm not sure this is the best word choice.  Evil and wicked are other possibilities, but these seemed too strong for the context.

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    "It was that bath given for her illness, but I would not have received her for the farther voyage if the clever Miss Hanna were not firmly at my side.

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    "She will be a good prop for the old man.  Of course, she has enough to do with her wounded, to whom I myself am now also joined."

    The physician was silent for a moment.  "Nevertheless I will speak with her to-morrow if it would not be more suitable to pass her wounded on, perhaps to Rodenburg."

    "Hm, hm!  Then you see the case here as so serious?"

    "An early prevention doesn't hurt."

    "But the red cross up there-"

    "Who tells us that the Russians will respect it?"

    The pastor was taken aback.  "Now, is our ward still so impatient?" he askt in his kind way.  "Or have you calmed him down a bit, Doctor?"

    "With these people there is nothing to start.  They all burn to let themselves be devoured by the fire.  They prefer to have limped on one leg or crawled back on all fours."

    The old man had listened with only little attention.  "Yet it is wonderful-" he said and then broke off.

    "What is wonderful, Pastor?" askt Fritz.

    "Oh, nothing - the man who was just with me has a brother here in our area, barely three miles away and stands his ground firmly and rigidly- but no, why should one repeat that!?  It is idle hogwash; this war has stampt out millions of brave warriors from the earth, but it has also mobilized a whole army of old wives.  Now then, you are sitting pretty with us, right, Captain, and not going before our good doctor allows it?"

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I still haven't caught up from last month (in fact, I think I fell behind a bit more), so this may still be shorter than usual.

    "Not quite so quickly?  But more than that.  What do you think one goes through when one knows:  here in your nearest proximity your comrades fight in life and death, and you sun yourself on a deckchair on account of a little thing!

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For becoming mad is much worse than the little inconvenience that the wound prepares for one!"

    The maid came and called the pastor to a visit in the house.  As if he had waited for this moment, Fritz turned quickly to the physician:  "The Russians are standing at the door.  You need not deceive me, Doctor; I know it as well as you."

    "My colleague in Metgetken told me to-day on the telephone that his entire circle has already fled and Russians squadrons would have invaded a few places."

    "It is very well possible," Fritz replied calmly, "it is a matter of a few units whose breakthrough we could not hinder with the vast superiority."

    "I have deliberately said nothing.  An imminent danger probably does not threaten us yet in Pronitten, and should it enter - in any case, I would not like to excite the old gentleman needlessly."

    "It would also have no point; he would, as far as I know him, never go, and you have already taken the pastor's wife to safety."

    "She also did not want to; she refused with such a tenacity that with her fear, I had been barely capable of making her leave her husband.  But as a result of her interior agitation, her suffering made such progress that her remaining here was no longer possible."

    "She had left just before my arrival, to Wiesbaden.  Right?"

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I was sick for about a week and haven't caught up yet, so this is a bit shorter than normal.

    On the parsonage the white flag with the red cross waved widely visible.  For the few

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wounded, who had arrived here until now and were willingly taken care of by Hanna and the district nurse, the large room was enough temporarily, along with a smaller one that had been set up on the first floor.  Only later, when the number increased, should the school house be taken for help, which was near the parsonage, separated only by the garden.

    Between the large garden veranda and the pipeleaf arbor, where the sun had the most free access, stood a comfortable deckchair, and on it rested a wounded officer in his field uniform, the large, gray coat spread over his feet.

    "The healing proceeds more quickly than I assumed.  Indeed, it happens more often with this sort of injury where no bone is affected; the arm is also coming along well."

    Doctor Robinson, resident district physician in Pronitten, a figure of Herculean physique, whose chief characteristics - energy and childlike goodnaturedness - one read immediately by sight, said it half to Fritz, half turning to the old pastor who stood on the head side of the wounded and read the words from the physician's lips.

    "That is good news that you bring me, Doctor!  Then I can go back to my unit on the quickest way and need not lie here on the bearskin."

    "Well, you will indeed not have it quite so quickly, Captain."

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What's italicized is what I'm unsure about.

But I say to myself:  only while we at that time in the quiet of peacetime cared for the spiritual things, while we with earnest zeal planted moral and religious strengths in the souls, we made our people strong in order to lift ourselves now to such a unanimous magnificence that we give strength to the one staying behind to build the places of culture and of love in the midst of a destructive war."

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    He remained standing, as if he expected that she would finally say something to him, only one word to break the ice that lay between them.  She raised her head from the ground; a faint wince ran over her lips.  But she stayed silent; the released word did not fall.

    They had continued on the way and reached their destination.  Edith disappeared into the interior of the large parish hall, and he trod the path to the city military hospital.  But his thoughts were with her and with that which they had just spoken with one an-other.

    There is something in her that is not to be broken, he said to himself, a pride or perhaps a reserve that will never concede that she is wrong.  Even all her suffering and the difficult time change nothing about it.  What actually changes a person!? - Thus we will probably disperse ourselves into all eternity!

    Full and warm lay the sun of the later summer over the Pronitter parish garden.  She spread her beaming hands over the paths and lawns; she broke through with attractive seeking in every thicket, on every patch; she played with golden lights on every tree trunk there, sat pleasantly on every full, dark leaf, took the weary ones gliding to earth in her soft arms, and sunned the dying yet with their brilliance; she filled everything with peace and with pleasure.  It was as if there in the great, wide world, there was nothing else but light and brightness, as if the heavy war, which played out here in the nearest vicinity, was only a pressing dream out of which one was now awakened to a new, beautiful day.

This is the end of chapter thirty-five and the beginning of chapter thirty-six.

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I've been under the weather lately and fell behind a bit, so this may be shorter than usual.

    "In this difficult time I think everyone must

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serve his fatherland with the gifts that God has given him.  What one does and how he does it he must settle with his conscience.  But no one is superfluous who is inspired by the serious will to help in this holy need.  That is my comfort and my foothold when the old inclination to brooding and hesitating comes over me.  And then when I see what a sincere word means to the people, when I may thus stand up, just as before, and speak to these homeless refugees, when I see the quiet lighting up of their eyes and the security slowly returning to their distraught faces, then it also becomes calmer and more secure in me; I no longer quarrel with the feeling of my superfluousness and try to be content with the post that is conferred to me for this time, even if it may be only small and insignificant.  No, pardon me that I repeat it, but it is become a firm conviction for me:  You were wrong when you crushed the staff over us poor knights of the Spirit."

    "It was a different time then," she said now for the first time.

    "Certainly it was.  And to-day, I still place the simple musketeer who surrenders his life to the enemy every day higher than the most profound man who gives the most enthusiastic speeches or sermons.

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    "A difficult fate.  But in the end, what is this all, even devotion to the dearest property, against the loss of a person?"

    He noticed that

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her thoughts were on her father.  But he said nothing because he knew that she did not like to show her emotion, least of all next to him.

    "You still have things to do to-day?" she askt.  "In yet so late an hour?"

    "I have a service to hold with the diaconal sisters in the city military hospital; they could not do it earlier."

    "You have a lot of work now?"

    He didn't answer.

    "But the feeling to be able to give so richly in such a difficult time must carry you through everything - even through the sorrow."

    Again he was silent.

    They had reached the center of the city; the dusk crept over the streets; a few street lamps flickered on and threw their faint light on the pavement.

    "There was a time," he said now, and a sound of bitterness was in his words, "when you thought differently about all that, where you judged my serious striving very insignificant and hurt me with it."

    She lookt at him; the otherwise so calm look of her eyes had something shocked in it.

    "I have - God knows - never thought so highly of my spiritual activity," he continued, "as you assumed it of me.  Just now, as the war broke out, there were hours where I began to have doubts about everything that so far has constituted the substance of my life.  Even now, I cannot deny it; these hours come again and fall upon me here like demonic powers.  And yet - you were wrong back then."

    She walkt next to him, possibly a little faster than previously, her head bowed to the ground so that in the dim lighting, he could see only a dark line of her profile.

Grammatical Minutiae/Commentary

The only translations I could find for scheues ("einige Laternen flackerten auf und warfen ihr scheues Licht auf das Pflaster") were shy, timid, and reserved, none of which really make sense in this context.  I translated it as faint.

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    He spoke quite plainly and simply, but even so animatedly that he also moved them, and every eye of these poor people hung on his lips.  When he finished, they sat quite a while, silently folded their hands, and on the tired faces there was the trace of new courage and of new hope. -

    The work was done.  Edith said goodbye to Frau Lisa, in order to return to the military hospital.  Hans, who still had an evensong to hold, accompanied her.

    Still, the streets were filled with refugee

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wagons; close by them, one drove a herd of cattle and a train of horses, beautiful, stately animals.

    "These are the remnants of a breed such as only East Prussia knows," said Edith.  "Look at the splendid mares there!"

    "Wonderful that they have not yet been conscripted."

    "They are of the finest blood and surely belong to a small farmer."

    "I thought to a greater owner."

    "That could also be.  But even the little people often have the most beautiful horses, which they themselves have raised with effort and trouble.  They form the foundation of the restocking of our cavalry.  Some, however, especially the brood mares, the farmer does not sell at all, but rather harnesses them in front of his own wagon, full of pride, and he brings only her foals to the market again."

    "And now loot of this war!  Just like the beautiful livestock over there, which now, however, are good for the slaughtering ax, at best.  Out of these trains of refugees, these sad rows of wagons, there are built up before my eyes impressive goods, with mighty barns and stables, prospering farmsteads, impeccably led according to the demand for the newest achievements in agricultural territory, stately farmsteads, small properties, built and increased with sour sweat, thriving prosperity, never-resting diligence.  And now, that all goes up in flames or will be driven out into the street!"

Commentary

I don't think that "the little people" ("die kleinen Leute") in Edith's comment "even the little people often have the most beautiful horses" is meant to have a negative connotation, but I couldn't think of a way to avoid it in my translation.