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September 15th, 1813 – Weißenfels

We danced through the night, swept away by the music and the rhythm of our movements. The waltz was followed by a lively quadrille, and though I had never paid much attention to such occasions before, tonight was different. Jisoo moved with grace, her laughter light and warm as she let herself be carried by the music. The first dance passed too quickly, and before I could ask for another, she had already turned towards me with a playful glint in her eye.

“Another?”

She asked, breathless but eager.

The music swelled again as another waltz began, its melody weaving through the grand hall like threads of silk. I offered my hand once more, unable to deny her, or myself, the pleasure of continuing. The room was alive with movement. Couples twirling in perfect harmony, their laughter mingling with the strains of violins and cellos. I held Jisoo close, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder while mine rested at her waist. Together, we moved across the floor, our steps synchronized as though we had danced together countless times before. We spun and stepped through one dance after another, the world beyond the ballroom melting into insignificance. Between each dance, we exchanged words, teasing, and knowing glances.

Her dark eyes sparkled under the candlelight, reflecting both amusement and curiosity as the music picked up the pace and we followed its rhythm.

"You were not exaggerating when you said you ride well."

She remarked softly, her voice carrying just enough volume to be heard over the music.

"Your dancing is just as impressive, Leutnant"

“I believe I said as much.”

I countered with a smirk, though I felt my breath grow shorter.

She took note of it, tilting her head with amusement.

“Is the mighty cavalry officer losing his stamina?”

I scoffed in mock offense.

“I have fought in battles far more exhausting than this.”

“Yet, you are struggling to keep up with one woman?”

She bit her lip to suppress a giggle.

“I am merely pacing myself.”

I replied, feigning nonchalance.

“I believe you wholeheartedly, Leutnant.”

Her laughter made me laugh as well. It seemed to give me new energy to keep up with hers.

For several moments, we continued to glide across the floor without speaking, lost in each other's company. The rhythm of the music seemed to pulse between us, guiding our movements with effortless grace. Around us, the world dissolved into a blur of colors and sounds, leaving only the two of us beneath the golden glow of the chandeliers.

"You seem so certain of everything."

She suddenly said after a while, her tone playful yet tinged with genuine interest. She looked cute with her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Almost as if she thought about this for a long time and now had to ask me something, overwhelmed by her own curiosity.

"Is there nothing that makes you doubt yourself?"

I hesitated, caught off guard by the question. It wasn't one I expected from someone who, until recently, had been little more than a fleeting acquaintance. Yet, her sincerity made it impossible to dismiss or evade.

"There are many things."

I admitted finally.

"War teaches you uncertainty above all else. But here... with you..."

My voice trailed off, unsure how much to reveal.

"With me?"

She prompted gently, her gaze steady and encouraging.

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully.

"With you, I find myself wanting to believe in possibilities I might otherwise ignore. In peace, perhaps even happiness."

Her smile softened, becoming something deeper and more meaningful.

"And do you think those things exist for people like us?"

Before I could respond, the music shifted subtly, signaling the transition into a faster tempo. Our steps quickened accordingly, our bodies moving closer as we navigated the intricate patterns of the dance. For a time, no further words passed between us, only the shared understanding conveyed through glances and gestures.

As the minutes stretched on, the energy in the room grew palpable. Couples spun faster, their laughter rising above the music. Even Jisoo's movements became bolder, her confidence growing with every step. Watching her face light up with joy filled me with a sense of pride and awe. She carried herself with a natural elegance that belied her modest origins, drawing admiring glances from everyone around us.

"Do you enjoy this?"

I asked, unable to suppress a grin as she executed a particularly daring turn.

"I love it."

She replied, her voice breathless but full of enthusiasm.

"It feels… freeing, somehow. Like nothing else matters except this moment."

Her honesty struck a chord within me, resonating deeply with my own feelings. How often had I sought refuge in the saddle of a horse, finding solace in the rhythmic gallop beneath open skies? Here, in Jisoo's arms, I discovered a similar escape, one that promised not merely freedom but connection.

The music slowed once more, allowing us to catch our breath. As we resumed our slower pace, I felt the weight of her hand against my shoulder, the warmth of her presence grounding me.

"Tell me more about Joseon."

I urged, eager to learn more about the land she called home. As our connection kept growing, I couldn’t suppress the need to find out more about her.

"What is it like there?"

Her eyes lit up at the mention of her homeland, her smile widening as she spoke.

"It is beautiful."

She began, her voice rich with nostalgia.

"The mountains rise high, covered in pine trees that whisper secrets to the wind. And the rivers… they flow so calmly, reflecting the sky above like mirrors. People there live simple lives, centered around family and tradition. My father owns a small restaurant in Seoul, where he serves dishes passed down through generations. He believes food brings people together, and I think he's right."

Listening to her description, I found myself imagining the scenes she painted. A bustling city surrounded by verdant hills, its streets filled with vibrant colors and scents.

"It sounds wonderful."

I murmured sincerely.

"One day, I would love to visit."

"Then you must."

She said firmly, her gaze meeting mine.

"When the war ends, come to Joseon. Let me show you everything."

Her invitation warmed my heart, filling me with hope despite the uncertainties ahead. Before I could reply, however, the music ended abruptly, bringing our dance to a halt. Applause erupted throughout the hall, punctuated by cheers and laughter. Reluctantly, we parted, bowing to each other as custom dictated.

But as we straightened, I noticed a young man approaching us, his posture stiff and formal. His uniform marked him as a fellow officer, though I didn't recognize his rank or regiment. He bowed deeply before Jisoo, addressing her with exaggerated politeness.

"Fräulein."

He began, his voice smooth but lacking warmth.

"Would you honor me with the next dance?"

Jisoo glanced at me briefly, her expression apologetic.

"I fear I cannot."

She replied graciously.

"I am feeling a bit tired after such a long evening. Perhaps another time."

The man frowned slightly, clearly disappointed, but nodded nonetheless.

"Of course, Fräulein. My apologies for troubling you."

Once he had departed, I couldn't resist teasing her.

"Tired already? Are you sure you're not simply avoiding admirers?"

She shot me a playful glare, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.

"If I recall correctly, it was you who boasted about your stamina earlier tonight. Perhaps I'm simply testing whether you can keep up."

"Oh, is that what this is?"

I countered, feigning indignation.

"Well, allow me to prove you wrong. Shall we continue?"

She laughed, shaking her head.

"Not yet. Let us take a moment to rest first. Besides, I suspect Herr Lindemann might worry if we spend too much time away from him."

Relenting, I offered her my arm, leading her toward the refreshment tables where her relatives were standing nearby. We paused there, Jisoo sipping on a glass of wine and me drinking cognac, while watching the other couples twirl about the room. When Frau Lindemann showed interest in Jisoo’s evening so far, I tried not to listen. I caught my breath while looking around the hall. Now that I wasn’t gliding over the dance floor with her, everything suddenly seemed less vibrant. Less beautiful. The uniforms of the other soldiers, earlier shining and clean, now appeared stiff and confining, their polished buttons glaring under the chandeliers like badges of obligation rather than honor. The laughter of the guests no longer sounded joyful but forced, a brittle veneer masking the uncertainty of our times. Even the music, once enchanting, had taken on an edge, a reminder of how fleeting such moments could be.

I sipped my cognac slowly, letting its warmth settle in my chest as I scanned the room. It was all too easy to forget, here amidst the gilded splendor of Weißenfels, that just beyond these walls lay a world at war. A world where men fought and died for causes they barely understood, their lives reduced to mere statistics in reports sent back to distant capitals. And yet, the reality pressed upon me with relentless clarity: this fragile peace we shared tonight could shatter in an instant. One wrong move, one stray bullet, and it would all come crashing down.

My gaze drifted toward the windows, their panes reflecting the flickering candlelight. Outside, the night stretched vast and unknowable, a stark contrast to the carefully curated elegance inside. Somewhere out there, French patrols roamed the countryside, their presence a constant threat. Every step forward felt like walking on thin ice, knowing full well that one misstep could send you plunging into icy waters from which there might be no return.

Frau Lindemann’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me reluctantly back to the present. She was asking Jisoo about her family in Joseon, her tone polite but tinged with curiosity. Jisoo responded graciously, painting vivid pictures of her homeland with words alone. Her descriptions were rich and evocative, speaking of rolling hills blanketed in cherry blossoms, bustling markets alive with color and sound, and quiet evenings spent beneath starlit skies. Listening to her, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for a life simpler, freer, unburdened by the weight of duty and conflict.

But even as she spoke, I found myself wondering how long such dreams could endure. War had a way of consuming everything in its path, leaving little untouched. Could love survive when faced with the harsh realities of battle? Could two people, bound together by nothing more than stolen moments and whispered promises, truly weather the storm that loomed ahead?

The thought unsettled me, stirring unease deep within my chest. I glanced down at my glass, watching the amber liquid swirl lazily against the crystal. How ironic, I mused bitterly, that I should find myself questioning the permanence of anything while standing in the midst of such opulence. These grand halls, these elaborate costumes—they were all temporary, transient things, meant to distract us from the truth of our existence. Yet here I stood, clinging to them as though they offered some measure of safety, some guarantee of continuity.

Jisoo noticed my distraction and shot me a concerned look.

"Is everything alright?"

She murmured softly, leaning closer so only I could hear.

"I’m fine."

I replied quickly, forcing a smile. But the lie tasted bitter on my tongue. Fine? No, I wasn’t fine. Not when every heartbeat reminded me of how precarious our situation truly was. Not when the knowledge that tomorrow might never come hung heavy over my shoulders.

She didn’t press further, instead turning her attention back to Frau Lindemann. But her hand brushed mine briefly, a subtle gesture meant to reassure. And for a moment, it worked. That single touch anchored me, grounding me in the present. If nothing else, I told myself, I could hold onto this fleeting connection, this shared understanding that transcended language and culture.

As the conversation wound down, I excused myself momentarily, stepping away from the group to clear my head. The air near the refreshment tables felt stifling, thick with the mingling scents of perfume and wine. Moving toward one of the large windows, I pushed open the heavy velvet drapes and stepped onto the balcony overlooking the garden. Cool night air greeted me, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. For the first time since arriving at the ball, I felt something resembling calm.

Still, the image of the battlefield lingered stubbornly in my mind. The smoke-filled air, the deafening roar of cannon fire, the cries of wounded men echoing across the fields. Each memory served as a grim reminder of the stakes involved. What right did I have to indulge in moments of happiness when others suffered unimaginable horrors? Wasn’t it selfish, even reckless, to allow myself to care so deeply for someone who might soon become another casualty of war?

And yet, despite these doubts, I couldn’t bring myself to regret meeting Jisoo. If anything, her presence gave meaning to what might otherwise have been a meaningless existence. In her, I saw hope, not blind optimism, but a quiet belief in the possibility of better days. She reminded me that even amidst chaos, beauty could still exist. That love, though fragile, could also be resilient.

Footsteps behind me announced her arrival before she spoke.

"You disappeared rather suddenly."

She said lightly, joining me on the balcony. Her breath misted in the cool air as she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth.

"I needed a moment."

I admitted, offering her my coat. She accepted it gratefully, pulling it tightly around her slender frame.

"It’s strange."

I continued after a pause.

"Being here with you makes me realize how much of my life feels… forced. Like I’m playing a part written for someone else."

Her brow furrowed slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Everything."

I gestured vaguely toward the hall behind us. "The uniform, the titles, the expectations. It’s all so rigid, so calculated. There’s no room for spontaneity, no space to simply be. But with you…"

My voice trailed off, unsure how to articulate the sentiment fully.

"With me, you feel free."

She finished softly, her dark eyes searching mine.

I nodded, struck by the accuracy of her words.

"Yes. With you, I feel free."

She smiled then, a small, wistful smile that spoke volumes.

"Perhaps that’s because freedom isn’t something we find outside ourselves. It’s something we create, however briefly, with those we choose to share it with."

Her wisdom humbled me, reminding me once again why she mattered so much. Despite not knowing her well, I felt this connection between us. Something which you don’t need words for.

Reaching out, I took her hand in mine, marveling at how perfectly it fit. This dark cloud of worry which suddenly overcame me was now slowly fading away again. I don’t know if one could call it love after meeting only a handful of times. But Jisoo does feel like the sun in my otherwise rain clouded life.

I felt Jisoo’s gaze linger on me for a moment before she turned away, seemingly shy yet unable to suppress a small smile.

"Do you think you can keep up if we return to the dance floor?”

She teased, slowly slipping my coat off her shoulders again. I could see in her eyes that she hated to see me in this state. The warm smile she gave me lifted my mood almost instantly.

"I believe I can manage."

I said with mock seriousness.

"But perhaps you should worry about your own stamina instead."

Her laugh was bright and infectious and it seemed to warm the cold night air. In that moment I didn’t care what might happen tomorrow. All that mattered was the woman standing beside me.

After a brief respite, we stepped back onto the floor for another dance. This time, the music was slower, more intimate. Our movements became less formal, our steps synchronized as though we had practiced them countless times before. With every turn, every glance, I felt the walls between us crumbling further, leaving only honesty and vulnerability.

As the final notes of the dance faded into silence, applause rippled through the hall. We parted, bowing to each other, but not intending to leave each other’s side. As we straightened, I saw the unspoken invitation in her eyes. An openness that called to me like a beacon.

Without another word, I offered her my arm.

"Would you care for some fresh air?"

She accepted with a gentle nod, and together we slipped out of the crowded hall, stepping into the cool night air. The moon hung low in the sky, its silver light bathing the cobblestone streets in a tranquil glow. A faint breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves, mingling with the distant aroma of pine from the nearby forest.

We walked silently for a while, our steps synchronized as though even here, away from the music, we were still dancing. The weight of the evening settled comfortably between us, neither too heavy nor too light. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but steady.

“I enjoy this.”

She admitted softly, looking up at the stars.

“Being here. With you.”

I took a slow breath, steadying the unfamiliar warmth in my chest.

“And I with you.”

She turned to face me then, her expression softer than before.

“What do you think your father’s land is like in the spring?”

I smiled at the sudden question.

“Green. Open fields stretching for miles, horses running free in the pastures. I think you would like it.”

She reached out, hesitating before placing her hand lightly over mine.

“Then one day, take me there.”

I took a step closer, close enough to hear her breath hitch.

“Jisoo.”

I murmured, her name unfamiliar yet effortless on my tongue.

She did not pull away. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

And then, without thinking, I closed the space between us.

Our lips met in a slow, hesitant kiss, filled with all the words we had not spoken. It only lasted seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

When we finally parted, she lingered close, her eyes searching mine.

“Leutnant.”

She whispered, a small smile on her lips.

I smiled back.

“Karl.”

I corrected gently.

She laughed softly.

“Karl.”

Her eyes focused on my lips for a moment, before she looked back up at me.

"Kiss me again."

This time, there was no hesitation, no doubt. Our lips met once more, softer than before, yet infused with the promise of something greater. A bond forged not just in fleeting moments, but in the shared struggles and triumphs of life itself.

As we stood there beneath the starlit sky, surrounded by the quiet beauty of Weißenfels, I knew one thing for certain: whatever the future held, I would face it with her by my side.

When we finally broke apart, Jisoo rested her head lightly on my shoulder.

For a long moment, we simply stayed there, lost in the magic of the night. The world seemed impossibly vast yet infinitely small, as though everything outside this moment faded into insignificance. And as the first hints of dawn began to paint the horizon, I realized with absolute clarity that Jisoo was not just a passing presence in my life. She was the reason I wanted to keep fighting, the light that guided me through the darkness. Even if tomorrow brought uncertainty, tonight belonged to us. And that, I decided, was enough.

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Carolin Masur & Sächsische Staatsoper Dresden - Stille Nacht, Heilige Na… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMtdPIFmL2o%C2%A0v%C3%ADa+YOUTUBE&feature=youtu.be Nº3 Dresdner Kreuzchor - Weihnachtsoratorium (Johann Sebastian Bach) https://youtu.be/cWKJFogshwg vía @YouTube Nº4 Der sächsische Bildhauer Johannes Schilling (* 23. Juni 1828 in Mittweida; † 21. März 1910 in Klotzsche bei Dresden) war ein deutscher Bildhauer. https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johannes_Schilling Bildwerke 1861–1868: Vier Tageszeiten von Johannes Schilling Brühlsche Terrasse, Theaterplatz… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19LDRavq3cg%C2%A0v%C3%ADa+%40YouTube&feature=youtu.be 1891/92: Semper-Denkmal auf der Brühlschen Terrasse in Dresden https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gottfried-Semper-Denkmal Nº5 Matthias Grünewald (16. Jahrhundert) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthias_Gr%C3%BCnewald Nº6 Der Sächsische Kunstverein https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A4chsischer_Kunstverein

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DIE MUSIK: NIEDERSACHSEN

Johann Joachim Quantz : DIE BIOGRAPHIE (* 30. Januar 1697 in Scheden (Kurfürstentum Braunschweig-Lüneburg) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Joachim_Quantz

Johann Joachim Quantz

Tempo di Gavotta (Sonata 1 D-Major for flute+organ - Thomas Beie)

https://youtu.be/t1jUk_rIYCA vía @YouTube

“Gran Minuetto con Variazioni” https://youtu.be/QDd-76cOGEI vía @YouTube

1- Grave - Sonata XIV en sol menor https://youtu.be/RbaOCR1ewsI vía @YouTube

Flute Concertos https://youtu.be/XubfFd0nkoI vía @YouTube

Ludwig Spohr: DIE BIOGRAPHIE https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Spohr

Ludwig Spohr

Messe in c-moll, op. 54 https://youtu.be/yuYfDWcBHbE vía @YouTube

Duo for Violin and Viola in E minor https://youtu.be/wXsKmUd0H8U vía @YouTube

Sonata para violín y arpa en do menor. II. Andante-Allegro https://youtu.be/VXM8d_FFhfM vía @YouTube

Symphony Nº9,Op.143(1850)“The Seasons” https://youtu.be/LFUIR3h-fcg vía @YouTube

“The Last Judgement” - Heilig ist Gott der Herr /… https://youtu.be/9IsUNiOJ0UU vía @YouTube

1-B) DIE MUSIK: SACHSEN Johann Gottlieb Naumann: DIE BIOGRAPHIE (* 17. April 1741 in Blasewitz; † 23. Oktober 1801 in Dresden) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Gottlieb_Naumann

Johann Gottlieb Naumann

Sinfonia I. D-Dur https://youtu.be/no_i5JDOtWQ vía @YouTube

Kommt herzu (Kantate) https://youtu.be/HcyGy4922fI vía @YouTube

Psalm - Singet dem Herrn ein neues Lied https://youtu.be/b9RZiM484IU vía @YouTube

Te Deum https://youtu.be/JjR19SBaDOs vía @YouTube

Missa No.18 in D-minor (1794) https://youtu.be/qPmrq7P98cs vía @YouTube

DIE BIOGRAPHIE: Heinrich August Marschner https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinrich_Marschner

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»Der Morgentau« (Op. 87 Nr. 2) https://youtu.be/MID5ft4EUyo vía @YouTube

Johann Paul von Westhoff: DIE BIOGRAPHIE (* 1656 in Dresden; begraben 17. April 1705 in Weimar) http://www.radioswissjazz.ch/de/musikdatenbank/musiker/254974fa2b577a3dbe733ba3b930a3b1c89289/biography

Allemande & Courante from the A major suite for solo violin https://youtu.be/2YtNbH3hn1A vía @YouTube

Suites for Solo Violin (Kolja Lessing) https://youtu.be/34iZsGgufmg vía @YouTube

6 Sonates for Violin et Basso Continuo https://youtu.be/DOIRJoHnZYQ vía @YouTube

1-C) DIE MUSIK: SACHSEN - ANHALT

Johann Gottfried Reiche: DIE BIOGRAPHIE (* 5. Februar 1667 in Weißenfels; † 6. Oktober 1734 in Leipzig) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gottfried_Reiche

Johann Gottfried Reiche Abblasen https://youtu.be/483AdTgZP14 vía @YouTube

Fuga - Posaunenchor Hochstadt https://youtu.be/nGzpXeXcrwg vía @YouTube

1. Sonatina aus “Turmsonaten” https://youtu.be/vT6bJ_o0C2A vía @YouTube

Georg Philipp Telemann: DIE BIOGRAPHIE (14. März 1681 - 25. Juni 1767) http://www.klassikakzente.de/georg-philipp-telemann/biografie

20 little Fugues for Organ TWV 30:1-20, Franz Loerch Organ https://youtu.be/W8PzwLUyKe4 vía @YouTube

Concert for trumpet and organ in D https://youtu.be/WQiRPvGy5Yo vía @YouTube

DIE TAGESZEITEN https://youtu.be/WZWEN_7B63s vía @YouTube

Matthaus Passion https://youtu.be/ZPkh7vyUht8 vía @YouTube

1-D) DIE MUSIK: THÜRINGEN Heinrich Schütz: DIE BIOGRAPHIE https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinrich_Sch%C3%BCtz

Heinrich Schütz Symphoniae Sacrae I https://youtu.be/KJlpATkd5B0 vía @YouTube

Symphoniae Sacrae II https://youtu.be/u-qYLruhPXM vía @YouTube

Johann Sebastian Bach: DIE BIOGRAPHIE http://www.klassika.info/Komponisten/Bach/lebenslauf_1.html

Magnificat in D major, BWV 243 - Harnoncourt https://youtu.be/Vr5cKdC3v3E vía @YouTube

J.S.Bach-Toccata e Fuga BWV 565-Karl Richter https://youtu.be/Zd_oIFy1mxM vía @YouTube

Hallelujah https://youtu.be/0S6Tjvaj19Q vía @YouTube

Die Ornithologie Johann Friedrich Naumann (SACHSEN -ANHALT) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Friedrich_Naumann Johann Andreas Naumann (SACHSEN -ANHALT) (* 13. April 1744 in Ziebigk bei Köthen; † 15. Mai 1826 ebenda) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Andreas_Naumann Der König von Sachsen Vogel-Paradies (Pteridophora Alberti) King-of-Saxony Bird-of-Paradise (Pteridophora Alberti) (Adolf Bernhard Meyer (11 October 1840, Hamburg – 22 August 1911, Dresden)) https://youtu.be/MdNyeasi0GI vía @YouTube

2-A Semper, Gottfried http://www.deutsche-biographie.de/sfz80027.html Nº8 Stollen (Gebäck) https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stollen_(Gebäck) Nº9 Weihnachten in Dresden – Typisch sächsische Traditionen https://storify.com/reisen_online/weihnachten-in-dresden-typisch-sachsische-traditio… Nº10 Traditionelles HandwerkfHandwerk

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