Hi there,
I was just going through certain sites today and look what I found!! A beautiful poem..let me put it down here for you..
Fairytale: Katherine Mansfield
Now this is the story of Olaf
who ages & ages ago
Lived on top of a mountain,
A mountain all covered with snow.
And he was quite pretty and tiny
With beautiful curling fair hair
And small hands like delicate flowers-
Cheeks kissed by the cold mountain air.
He lived in a hut made of pinewood
Just one little room and a door
A table, a chair and a bedstead
And animal skins on the floor.
Now Olaf was partly fairy
And so never wanted to eat
he thought dewdrops and raindrops were plenty
And snowflakes & all perfumes sweet.
In the daytime when sweeping & dusting
And cleaning were quite at an end,
He would sit very still on the doorstep
And dream- O that he had a friend!
Somebody to come when he called them
Somebody to catch by the hand
Somebody who to sleep with at the nightime
Somebody who'd quite understand.
One night in the middle of Winter
He lay wide awake on his bed,
Outside there was a fury of tempest
And calling of wolves to be fed-
Thin wolves, grey & silent as shadows;
And Olaf was frightened to death.
He had peeped through a crack in the doorpost
And seen the white smoke of their breath.
But suddenly over the storm wind,
He heard a small voice pleadingly
Cry, " I'm a snow fairy, Olaf
Open the window for me."
So he did and there flew through the opening
The daintiest, prettiest sprite
Her face, her dress and her stockings
Her hands & her curls were all white.
And she said, " Oh you poor little stranger
Before I am melted you know
I have brought you a valuable present
A little brown fiddle and a bow.
So now you can never be lonely
With a fiddle, you see,for a friend
But all through the Summer & Winter
Play beautiful songs without end."
And then- O she melted like water,
But Olaf was happy at last;
The fiddle he tucked in his shoulder,
He held his little bow very fast.
So perhaps on the quietest of evenings,
If you listen, you may hear him soon.
The child who is playing the fiddle
Up away in the cold, lonely moon.
Super, isnt it? I have been reading about mythical creatures tonight.
Friday night, I must go outside, enjoy with friends, drink beer and eat pretzel, dance and flirt but here I am; sitting at home, feeling at ease.
Earlier in the evening, I thought, I am alone but all of a sudden that feeling has gone away. A warmth envelopes me. Dont know what gives me that feeling. I am not in love, have no one special in my life, working hard with barely time to see friends; in short..very boring life these days.BUT......
Since the last couple of days, I have had this restless engergy in me, I spend it by dancing in my room, happy to be there. Normally, I would rather go to a club or a bar with friends and enjoy myself with them,talking and joking, dancing and singing..but not these days..what is happening to me? Is something going to happen soon in my life which I know deep inside but consciously am not aware of it? Is this because I am going to be 29 years old very soon??
But that is nothing to be happy about....or is it? Is time trying to tell me something ?? Can you tell me what is happening?
Looking foward to an answer to this puzzle.
So I used it and got an instant response. "Ja aber schlecht." Didnt know what that meant but could make out the yes in the sentence. 
