今天是耶稣受难节。天色还不是很晚,一轮苍白的、看上去似乎有些浮肿的月亮已经悬挂在了柯塞尔布鲁赫的上空。磨坊的其他伙计们还聚集在学徒间里,克拉巴德一个人却已经早早地躺到了床上,他觉得好累。尽管今天是节日,但他们却必须要干活。好不容易到了晚上,终于能够好好歇歇了。突然,他听到有人在叫他的名字,就像当初在彼得施海姆的 Today is Good Friday. The sky was not too late, a pale, seemingly swollen moon had been suspended over the Küssel Bruch. The rest of the mill’s folks also gathered in the apprentice’s room, and one person in Claibal had been lying in bed early and he was tired. Although today is a holiday, they must work hard. Finally arrived at night, finally able to take a good rest. Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name, just as it was in Petershheim