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She looked at the table and saw a piece of paper lying on it, obviously torn from some book. Part of the page, neatly torn off at the bottom and top, was yellowed with age, but it was still possible to make out what was written. Squinting, Elise realized that it was an excerpt from a poem, moreover, in German.

"You make noise and rush about and cannot understand What it is that torments me, poor me. And no, I have not lost anything, Although I also lack it." Then pick yourself up - hurry, You are a young fellow. At your age, one has the strength And courage to gain what one wishes. "Alas, no - I can never obtain it; It is too far from me. It dwells as high and flashes as beautifully As that star up there."

The thought of the portrait made Elise sad. She couldn't be sure if this woman was really the same Alexander's love that his brother was talking about, but the very presence of a hidden portrait in the depths of the castle seemed terribly tragic to her: someone tried to perpetuate her memory, and spent many attempts on it, judging by the piled canvases smeared with black paint, but In the end, he hid it in an abandoned wing, leaving time and dampness to be torn apart. And this woman looked very different from what was depicted in the paintings of noble ladies: she looked like either a nun, or the embodiment of some ancient forgotten goddess. She had no place in the real world.

Für Elise, chapter 9.