KATHERINA SAFRAN: “We asked you so many times to leave him. He almost does not pay you, why do you insist to stay his servant?”

JOHANNA SAFRAN: (mumbled, embarrassed) “Sister, he does not have anyone else. If only you knew him! He is a valuable man!”

PETER SAFRAN: “But he does not give you money for your honest work!”

JOHANNA SAFRAN: “It is not a very good time for him now”.

PETER SAFRAN: “Oh, and it is the best time for us!”

Johanna looked at their second brother, a groggy seven-years-old Thaddäus, who lying under the pile of blankets, was slowly dying of tuberculosis. The girl snuffled loudly.

PETER SAFRAN: “Sorry, I did not mean to be so… rude.”

JOHANNA SAFRAN: (crying, she tried to joke) “We are not in a manor, after all.”

KATHARINA SAFRAN: (sobbing slightly) “If only mum heard that. She would have beat you both. Our home is a fairy-tale palace as long as we all love each other.”

ADAM SAFRAN: “Johanna… ask the master for the money. Maybe he forgot!”

JOHANNA SAFRAN: “Oh, Adam. Come here, darling.”