Day: August 16, 2023

Der Nachtdienst

Deutsch als Fremdsprache

Ronald arbeitet als Wachmann. Er mag seine Arbeit. Heute ist Samstag. Ronald arbeitet nicht. Er ist mit seiner Freundin Kathleen zusammen.

„Ronald, musst du wieder dieses Wochenende in Leipzig arbeiten?“, fragt Kathleen.

„Nein, Kathleen. Dieses Wochenende arbeite ich in einem überfüllten Bürogebäude in Göttingen“, antwortet Ronald.

Kathleen lacht. Sie mag Ronald sehr. Er ist ein guter Mann. Sie gehen spazieren. Die Sonne scheint. Es ist schön.

Plötzlich sieht Ronald einen Schatten. Er ist groß und schwarz. Kathleen sieht ihn nicht. Ronald hat Angst. Er sieht das Grauen. Er schreit.

„Was ist los, Ronald?“, fragt Kathleen.

Ronald kann nicht sprechen. Er zeigt auf den Schatten. Kathleen sieht nichts.

„Ich sehe nichts, Ronald“, sagt Kathleen.

Plötzlich wird es dunkel. Sehr dunkel. Es ist wie Nacht. Ronald hat große Angst. Er sieht das Unheil.

„Kathleen, wir müssen gehen!“, schreit Ronald.

Kathleen hat Angst. Sie folgt Ronald. Sie rennen. Sie rennen schnell. Sie hören einen Schrei. Es ist ein schrecklicher Schrei.

Sie stoppen. Sie atmen schwer. Sie sehen nichts. Nur Dunkelheit.

„Was ist passiert, Ronald?“, fragt Kathleen.

Ronald weiß es nicht. Er hat Angst. Sehr große Angst.

Wo sind sie? Was ist passiert?

Übungen

  1. Wer arbeitet als Wachmann?
  2. Wo arbeitet Ronald dieses Wochenende nicht?
  3. Was sieht Ronald plötzlich?
  4. Was macht Kathleen, als Ronald schreit?

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Last Updated on August 16, 2024
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The Wrath of the Mountain

The mountain was angry, and it was threatening to erupt. The elves had been told of the mountain’s wrath, but they had scoffed at the stories. They had always believed that they were above nature, that they could control it.

But they were wrong. The mountain was angry, and it was going to unleash its fury upon them.

The elves had to find a way to appease the mountain’s spirit, but they were running out of time. The mountain was trembling, and the ground was shaking. The elves knew that they had to act quickly, but they were paralyzed by fear.

I was one of the elves who had been sent to appease the mountain’s spirit. I was a priest, and I had been trained in the ancient rituals that could be used to commune with nature.

I led my fellow elves to the top of the mountain. The air was thin and cold, and the wind was howling. I could feel the mountain’s rage in the air.

I began to perform the ritual. I chanted the ancient words, and I danced the sacred dance. I tried to reach out to the mountain’s spirit, to find a way to appease its anger.

But the mountain was too strong. It was not interested in appeasement. It was only interested in destruction.

The mountain erupted. I was thrown from the top of the mountain, and I fell into the darkness. I could feel the heat of the lava on my skin, and I could hear the screams of my fellow elves.

I closed my eyes and prayed for death. I was going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it.

But then, something strange happened. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. I opened my eyes, and I saw that the mountain was no longer erupting. The lava was cooling, and the clouds were parting.

I had been spared. I had survived the mountain’s wrath.

I climbed back to the top of the mountain, and I looked out at the valley below. It was a scene of devastation. The villages were in ruins, the forests were burning, and the rivers were polluted.

The elves had been punished for their arrogance. The mountain had shown them that they were not above nature, that they could not control it.

I was the only survivor, and I was left to pick up the pieces. I had to rebuild my people, and I had to find a way to live with the mountain’s wrath.

Last Updated on December 15, 2023
by DaF Books