Have you ever heard a story and wonder why no one never wrote a novel or made a movie about it? I know many of those stories, because I'm fanatic reader of biografies of people who lived in first half of 19. century in my country (or from other countries, if you look map form 21. century , but then it was all the same country, Habsburgian monarchy). I totally love them all. They were such nice and funny people. Of course, not all of them, but I like even those, who were boring or evil, just because they were part of that world which I consider as the most perfect habitat for me. I know, world was not perfect then, and life was less comfortable et cetera et cetera, but for me, it was just perfect. People were more friendly and women were not treated so badly as some people would like to persuade us to belive. I know what I am talking about. I've read a lot of letters from real and normal (you know, teachers, professors, lawyers, merchants, students...) people from that period.
What I was talking about at the start? About the stories, yes... I found a biography of merchant (well...), colletctor of folk literature, and patron (yes, he paid for wine in restaurants, because his friends had even less money than himself) who lived here in my city in 19. century. He was born in restaurant (which still exists and working as well as 200 years ago) to wealthy mother (twice widow). When ge grew up, he went to Trieste, where he should learn how to be good merchant, but only learnt to speak several languages and read poems, novels and stuff. When he came back, he got some job, but everything collapsed after one year. He partying all the time, and he loved to spend his mother's money on his friends and girls.
Well, he was also hopelessly in love with Josipina (of Fina, as they called her), the Glass Princess (because she was daughter of wealthy merchant, who also had glass factory). But her parents knew about his trade skills and managed that she married someone else. But he really liked her and I'm sure that she liked him too. He wanted to read Pope's Eloiza to Abelard to her. (but I think, she didn't understand English) :)
He was so disappointed at thi refusal, that he began to spend even more money, drink even more than he did and made a child to some young girl (I think he knew her, when he almost died of some flu). Afterall he had to run away bacause of debts. And he did, after a two days and nights long party, in the middle of the night, with a friend, who didn't even know why they were running away, he set for Germany, out of Habsburgian monarchy. He was in Germany, Switzerland, Belgium, France, England and Italy. We only know, that he visited Eloisa's and Abelard's grave in Paris and that he searched for a job in Liverpool. He only wrote home (to a friend) once in four years of travelling. And the mother of his child (Marija) run away with some officer and left son Rudolf with his mother.When his mother payd off all the debts, he came back, or better, they found him in prision in Milano, so ill, that he couldn't even walk by himself.
Well, his mother then bought him a castel and he lived there, but liberal as he was, he didn't like farmers to work on his land for nothing (in short: he didn't want ro feudal lord), so he was sometimes so poor, that houskeeper couldn't even buy salt. He was still terribly ill, but made two another children to his maid, collected folk songs, transleted some comedy and drank a lot with his bohemian friends. Nice life. He than moved back to the city (I know wich house was his ^^) and there he died at the party for his name day in the arms of his best friend, a poet.
Glass Princess got maried to a nice, ambitious man, who built many factories. And she was also known as very clever woman, as she participated in business of her husband.
And the most romantic part: he was buried at old cemetery and she was buried in some cemetery in some other city, but as they created new one, they moved his mortal remains to that new one, and hers were officially lost, but they found out, that she (and her husband) are actually buried in the same new cemetery, only few meters away from her 'almost lover'.
Oh, I see, I've written waaaaay too much lines today. But I like this story so much, I would definitly write a novel about it, if I were more patient. Some day in the future, maybe..
That's him (he had beautiful nose):
And that's not her (only a painting by Ingres, some Countess de Haussonville), but that't how I imagine her:
That's all by now. Have a nice day! :)
