Résultats pour "dürst" dans Fiction

Warum trug der tote Berliner Hacker Tron ausgerechnet ein Schmuckstück in Form eines "Wassermanns", wo er selbst doch im Sternzeichen des Zwillings geboren war? Hat das etwas mit seiner einstigen Expedition in die Berliner Unterwelten zu tun - mit den Resten der vergangenen Stadt "Germania"? Was der Student Georg Brand bei seiner Spurensuche entdeckt, lässt ihm das Blut in den Adern gefrieren. Und macht ihn zum Spielball mächtiger Industrieunternehmen, die das wichtigste Lebensmittel der Welt unter ihre Kontrolle bringen wollen!

In the village of Lauscha in Germany, things have been done the same way for centuries. The men blow the glass, and the women decorate and pack it. But when Joost Steinmann passes away unexpectedly one September night, his three daughters must learn to fend for themselves. While feisty Johanna takes a practical approach to looking for work, Ruth follows her heart, aiming to catch the eye of a handsome young villager.

In which our intrepid correspondent mutters aloud about the pressing concerns of...unh, something. Something really important, too.

Die Träume des Winters sind die Blumen des Frühlings ... Nach ihrer Trennung soll Christine entweder aus ihrem Haus ausziehen oder ihren Mann auszahlen. Wer aber gewährt einer Hausfrau Ende vierzig ein Darlehen oder stellt sie ein? Doch die Maierhofener Frauen halten zusammen und helfen Christine, ihr Haus in ein Bed & Breakfast umzuwandeln. Und sie wird Single-Wochenenden ausrichten, an denen man nicht nur das Landleben, sondern auch neue Menschen kennenlernt.

Dezember im malerischen Allgäu. Maierhofen liegt friedlich im Schnee. Der Trubel des Kräuter-der-Provinz-Festivals ist nur noch eine schöne Erinnerung. Langweilig wird es im Genießerdorf jedoch nicht: Der erste Weihnachtsmarkt steht bevor. Wird es den Maierhofenern gelingen, das Wahre und Gute in den Winter hinüberzuretten? Therese freut sich auf Feiertage in trauter Zweisamkeit, doch jemand will ihre Pläne durchkreuzen. Und während es Christine vor ihrem ersten Fest alleine graut, werden Roswitha und Edy auf die Probe gestellt. Probleme brauen sich zusammen wie Winterstürme.

After the tragic death of her little brother, Josephine travels to the Black Forest to heal. There she discovers a feeling of freedom astride a brand-new invention called the "velocipede". The very idea of a woman on a bicycle is beyond taboo - it is indecent and even illegal - but Josephine will not be deterred. She simply needs to find a way to ride without provoking a scandal. Back home, Josephine has the brilliant idea of riding under cover of night, while the world is still asleep.

Despite all that Clara Berg has achieved as a wife, mother, and chemist - especially for a woman in turn-of-the-century Berlin - ending her abusive marriage comes at great cost. The judge hands her inheritance - her parents' pharmacy - over to her ex-husband. Now, with her reputation in near ruins thanks to the scandal that rocked her marriage, no reputable chemist will hire her. Worst of all, she has lost all rights to her young son and daughter.

When Isabelle took a chance and eloped with Leon Feininger, her true love, she hadn't stopped to consider what would happen next. Winter on his family's isolated vineyard proves tougher than she expected, and Isabelle finds herself daydreaming, envisioning the wines she and Leon will make when they have their own land. An unexpected inheritance opens a door for the newlyweds - Leon's uncle has left them a vineyard, and in champagne country no less! But all is not as it seems.

Eine Prise Glück, ein Löffel Freude und jede Menge Liebe – so schmeckt das echte Leben. Bürgermeisterin Therese liebt ihre schwäbische Heimat – Wiesen mit sattgelbem Löwenzahn, ein paar sanft geschwungene Hügel und mittendrin Maierhofen. Doch die jungen Leute ziehen weg, und der Dorfplatz wird immer leerer. Als Therese krank wird und das Dorf kurz vor dem Aus steht, raufen sich alle Bewohner zusammen – seien es die drei Greisen, die immer auf der Bank sitzen, der linkische Metzgermeister Edi oder die schüchterne Christine.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the president and his love of of benches - and the whole family of flat seating surfaces.

After a long and trying journey from her home, Hannah arrives at a charming village nestled in the foothills of the Swabian Mountains, eager to find Helmut Kerner, a traveling seed merchant she loved and lost. Enchanted by the glorious wildflowers and thriving harvests stretching as far as the eye can see, Hannah feels less like an outsider with each passing hour, until she meets Seraphine, an ethereally beautiful dreamer engaged to be married to Helmut, the father of Hannah's unborn child.

In which our intrepid correspondent muses on the mascots of the season of rebirth and wonder that is Easter.

In which our intrepid correspondent complains about the strange state of a confusing world that revolves around "me" - and it's not even him. Poor baby.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the President's perspicacious propensity for persistent pandering.

In which our intrepid correspondent cites examples of why he is perfectly content not to be running for president and of his understanding of why you probably agree for totally different reasons.

In which our intrepid correspondent discusses survival techniques for the bravest of us who plan on fighting the discount fight on the busiest shopping day of the year.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the possibility of an irascible yet lovable fill-in for Paul Harvey playing hard to get (to vote for).

In which our intrepid correspondent relives those glory days of 1993 when Hillary Clinton was accused of being a witch but managed to prove her accusers wrong by not floating.

In which our intrepid correspondent redirects his unspecific fury to focus on the land of boldfaced names, the traditional hunting ground of the tabloids. But don't worry, he didn't hurt his back none by stooping over.

In which our intrepid correspondent waxes liquidly about the quagmire, half a world away, that we find ourselves in.