B1–B2 Hörtraining Deutsch: Ein Missgeschick kommt selten allein | Geschichten von Oma Helga

Hello and welcome to a new story by Grandma Helga. Today I am reading "A Misfortune Never Comes Alone." If you want more stories from my grandmother If you want to listen, then definitely check out the playlist Oma Helga's Stories. There you can find more stories from my grandmother, who actually wrote it herself. Yes, another very personal video again, Another story from my childhood, with which I grew up. I hope you're having fun, and let's get started. Misfortune never comes alone. It's ringing. That must be them, Max is pleased. He dashed to the apartment door, ripped it open, and simultaneously pressed the door handle. It was them one heard calling out from the staircase. Then they were all standing in the hallway. Aunt Gabi, Uncle Michael, and Frank. As always, when she came, Auntie Mama, her husband, and their son were greeted by Greeted all family members with big hellos, kisses, and hugs. They were rewarded with gifts for it. This time Max got a carving knife, which he was extremely happy about. That's something I've always wanted. He cheered and happily pressed it against his chest. You were too young for that until now, Dad said. One must also be able to handle something like that. Yes, those things are dangerous. Confirmed Uncle Michael. But your dad will show you how to use the knife properly. Do you think I'm stupid? I have used such knives several times before. You could at least trust me a little more," Max grumbled, offended. Take it easy, young man, says Uncle Michael. Handling every tool requires learning. This also applies to adults. Let me tell you something about that. Last week I wanted to add new paragraphs under Frank's shoes. I had borrowed the tool from Uncle Matti. When he tried to explain to me how I was supposed to do it, I boldly said. Long speech, short meaning. The whole thing completely fell apart. Remove the old paragraphs and glue on the paragraph leather. That went well. I felt like a professional. But then the nails had to be driven in. I've hit my thumb at least five times. But don't you dare think that I would ever I managed to get a single nail straight into the heel. And then I also had to cut the sole leather to size. I can tell you, that was something, that's for sure. I cut myself in the thumb twice with the crooked cobbler's knife. Here, look. Uncle Michael held Max's injured thumb up to his nose for inspection. The third one then went up into the upper leather. We had to throw the shoes away. Uncle Matti nearly died laughing when I told him the story. Mother called everyone for coffee, and they all gathered around the kitchen table, to Mama on the occasion of the day with a white damask tablecloth and the good The table was set. There was delicious apple juice cake, coffee, and hot chocolate for the children. Barbara, who had been sleeping until then, shouted from the children's room. Mama and Aunt Gabi stood up to go get her. With great fanfare came the youngest offspring welcomed by the family, which Max noted with envy. The guests had brought something for the little niece A music box they had brought along, which they were now showing to the child. Barbara began screaming immediately, Clung tightly to Mama and loudly demanded silence. Look, he's making music and spinning around, Aunt Gabi's present. But Barbara didn't stop crying. Meanwhile, Max and Frank were sharing the third piece of cake on the plate. I feel sick, Frank suddenly said, and staggered to his feet. He didn't make it all the way to the toilet. Just before the toilet door, the food fell out of his face. My God, cried Aunt Gabi and jumped up. With a clatter, her chair fell over, right in the middle of the lively spinning, a spinning top that emitted a final rattling note. The coffee table had been cleared away before it had even properly begun. Mama carried Barbara in her arms into the hallway, where Aunt Gabi was already on the floor. Kneeling, she cleaned the tiles with toilet paper. What a mess, she complained, tossing a devastating look at her son, who stood there with a pale face. Papa, then Barbara with a final sob. Mother remained calm. Don't get worked up, little sister, she said. That can happen to anyone. Meanwhile, the others had also entered the They arrived and made concerned faces. Everyone back to the kitchen, said Mom in a firm voice. You can't do anything here. You are only in the way. Take the child with you. She passed it on to Barbara and Dad, He went back to the kitchen with Uncle Michael and Max. Frank came shuffling after, still a little pale around the lips. I'm feeling better again, he murmured and sat down with the others at the table. You've eaten yourself again, said Uncle. Michael looked quite angrily at his son. I can't stand driving, Frank defended himself. You know that already. Ah, don't tell me anything. How many pieces of cake did you eat? Barbara rescued the situation and spared Frank from having to answer. She said so and pointed to the music box. Barbara, get cracking! She slid from Papa's lap down to the ground slipped and kicked angrily with his foot at the colorful thing, or rather, what was left of him. Stay still, she demanded. Get lost! Hey, what's going on? Barbara called Papa. Ah, let them be, said Uncle Michael. That thing is broken anyway. He lifted the top high. Look here! The two women returned to the kitchen and saw Barbara leaning against the new Took out the toy weapons. That probably wouldn't work, Aunt Gabi said sadly. No, that was a mistake," laughed Uncle Michael. Barbara was very satisfied when the The trash can lid sealed over the nasty new toy. The fuss is over, she said with a deep sigh. When does your plane leave? Mama wanted to know. At eight, said Uncle Michael. We must be mad by seven o'clock, Aunt Gabi added. But you'd better get moving soon, said Dad, glancing at the clock. No problem, replied Uncle Michael. That's just typical of my husband," Aunt Gabi exclaimed indignantly. We're always late because of him. Mama said laughing, "We'll just kick you out now." Your son is well taken care of with us. I feel terrible about leaving Frank with you when he's feeling so Bad going, Aunt Gabi lamented. I'm feeling much better again, Frank said. Come on, get going now, otherwise the jumbo will fly without you. Frank is right," Father intervened now. We'll get this sorted out. Now get off the field. Frank was clearly delighted when his parents finally said goodbye. Don't make us sad," said Aunt Gabi, and kissed him. Behave yourself properly. Uncle Michael held out his hand to him. Give me your word of honor that you won't do anything. Frank gave his word of honor. Later, as the two boys lay in bed, Frank remarked. Parents are such a pain, aren't they? Nothing may be done. Everything that's fun is either too dangerous or forbidden. And then the fuss when you're just sick for a change. Simply annoying. The next morning, the two Guys, as discussed in the evening, wake me up at nine o'clock. After hexing around until deep into the night, they were utterly exhausted. Accordingly, her mood was as they finally sat down at the breakfast table. Hopefully you will soon make a friendly one Face," said Mama, her tone ominous. We planned the trip yesterday together with you. I had salad at the crack of dawn made, eggs boiled, and meatballs baked. Now we're going on the outing. That's obvious, isn't it? Half an hour later, everyone was in the car. Shall we drive via the highway? Asked Dad. I don't care, drive however you like. You must tell me where you want to go. Otherwise it won't be right afterward, said Father grumpily. Yes, Mama sighed. Then we'll take the highway; there probably won't be much traffic today anyway. As soon as Dad got onto the highway, they were already stuck in a traffic jam. Mama swallowed down what she had said yesterday and remained silent. It took more than an hour before they finally arrived in Forstbach. Mama hadn't said a single word to Papa the entire way, even though he had repeatedly tried to start a conversation with her. I'm sorry, said Papa as he got out to speak to Mama. Come on, be good again. Mom plays the injured sausage for a few more minutes. Then she had forgotten the incident. That's just the same as it is with us, Frank noted. Parents are all the same. He shouldered the backpack assigned to him and trudged behind his uncle. who had lifted Barbara onto his shoulders. The child immediately cried out and jumped up and down, clutching at Daddy's hair. Nailed it. Ouch, man, that hurts," complained Papa. Stay still and hold onto my head, not my hair. Brav, Barbara placed her little hands around Daddy's forehead, but soon it slid down over her eyes, so that he had to adjust it again Complain all you want. Don't blindfold me. I can't see anything anymore. Finally, Barbara's arms wrapped around her father's neck, and not for long. There she hung motionless, like a wet sack, over his head. She fell asleep, said Mama. It's best if we have our picnic right here. She nearly choked me, cheered Dad. Let his daughter slowly slide off his shoulders she laid them down on the blanket that Mom had placed in the thick grass by the roadside had spread. Could it be that you stepped into it somewhere? It stinks here. Mama mumbled Papa's shoes. Of course, it's in your right shoe. Didn't you notice that? Dad looked at Mom reproachfully. If someone holds your eyes shut, you won't see where you're stepping. While Dad was cleaning his shoes in the grass Mama prepared the picnic. She had really thought of everything. She had even packed a red checked tablecloth and matching napkins. Everyone fell upon the food with great hunger. she, who obviously made Mama happy. After dinner, Dad went out with the two of them. Boys heading down to the brook, which winds between rotting wood, Winding its way through the dark forest, among stones and sparse undergrowth. May we take off our shoes and play a little in the water? Uncle Alex asked Frank. Oh yes, Daddy, please, begged Max. I can understand you perfectly, Father said. But it's still too cold to walk barefoot. Oh man, you can't even do anything anymore, The user made a face at Max. You can occupy yourselves with other things by the water, defended Papa. You can build a little boat or a water wheel, or construct a dam. He scratched his head. You know what? He said, still thinking for a moment. I'll show you how to jump across a brook without getting your feet wet. Max and Frank looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Not necessarily, Max muttered. But whatever his father had set his mind on, he carried out. He ran around in the forest for a while, picked up one stick after another and tested their strength, by relying on that. Finally, he had found what he He went searching and returned to the boys with a long, thick club. those waiting for him by the water. That's old coffee, Max said bored. Now pay attention, said Father, ignoring his son's objection. He gripped the club firmly with both hands and placed it right in the middle of the streambed. Watch out! he cried, preparing to leap. and leapt into the air like a pole vaulter. Dad would have been on the other side of Arrived at the baches, if the club hadn't broken through. But he broke through, and Dad landed buttocks-first right into the stream. The displacement of water was greater than expected. The guys were hit by the splashing water Water was literally showered and dripping like someone pulled out of the bathtub. Dad was shocked. What a humiliation. Thank goodness Mama didn't see that, he thought. Yet just then he heard loud laughter. Standing between the trees, holding her stomach, she had Barbara's hand in hers. After the initial shock, Max and Frank also began to laugh. They laughed and laughed and couldn't stop. Father was deeply offended, pulled himself up, and left, shivering with cold. shivering like a beaten dog at the place of his defeat. Laugh all you want, he said bitterly. Who has the damage? Every description was spot-on, Max and Mama added in unison. Father quickly regained his composure. He had also just remembered how he could save his appearance. No, lads, he said boldly. When they were all sitting on the deck and drying in the sun. What did you make of the incident just now? Or should I rather say I've learned my lesson? What? The two boys looked at each other in astonishment and found no answer. Do you remember yesterday? The guys resisted, asking questions. I was thinking about the matter with the knife, which half helped them get started. We were talking about the proper way to handle Tools, as I have hopefully just impressively demonstrated to you. Although it is necessary that one uses a Knowing how to handle the tool properly is just as important as the quality of Tools. In plain terms, the staff would have been stable enough, meaning made of good quality The material would have easily supported my weight. My jumping technique was not the one at which I failed. It was due to the inferior tool. Are you saying that you just did that on purpose? Frank asked unbelievably. Father was almost tempted by this To answer the question affirmatively, a stern glance from Mama met him. Of course, of course not, he reluctantly admitted. But you can and should learn from the mistakes of your fellow human beings. On the way home, Dad then had another mishap, and it happened like this. Mom suddenly said she urgently needed to go into the bushes. Hold Barbara still for a moment, Papa said to Max. Mama needs to go, I don't want to let her go into the woods alone. Go on ahead, we'll follow right after. Papa followed Mama into the forest, and she asked him, to keep watch and inform her if anyone came. No one in sight," said Dad, leaning against a tree. Are you almost finished? My God, it's taking a bit long already. The jeans are so tight, I can hardly get out of them. Also, the zipper is stuck. No one's coming," Father called after a tiny while. Where does one come from? Where does one come from? Mama came out from behind a bush with a half-open jeans. Nobody's coming, I said. Are you ready? I haven't even had a chance to do anything yet," said Mama desperately. The zipper is stuck. Help me out, please. Father hurried to help her, and scarcely had he grasped it when the zipper gave way. I could have done that too, snarled Mama. Now it's broken. Meanwhile, the children had already arrived at the other end of the little woods. Mama could clearly hear Barbara's voice, which was continually trilling. Mama is peeing, Mama is peeing, Mama is peeing. Just stop it already; soon everyone will know what Mom's doing. That was Max's voice. Oh, this child, Mama murmured. Finally, she had finished her errand. To shorten the route, Mama and Papa went across the forest in the direction of, from which Barbara's voice could still be heard. Suddenly, she came upon a narrow, marshy depression. Dad, the one in front sank down into the ground up to his ankles. Be careful, he warned Mama. Here is a lot of mud. Give me your hand. Just as Mama reached out her hand to him, Dad stepped on a twig. He hurled it upward, sending a thick load of black sludge soaring mittens on Mama's face, in her hair, and on the white lace collar of her Blouse. I'd rather not say how Mum reacted to the mud bath. Max was greatly startled when he saw his parents. they suddenly sprang out from the bushes in front of the children. What do you look like? Daddy, Barbara called. Mom is dirty. That was your father," Mother said indignantly. He threw dirt at me. It was an accident, Father corrected. More accidents happen here in a single day than happen to other people in three years. Mom was furious and wiped the grime off with a disposable tissue. Face. Now you look like a native on the warpath, said Dad. Grinning. Ah, how funny, Mom's getting married again. I'm going to have a laughing fit right away. You really look like an Indian. You still have the feathers in your hair that I stuck in during the picnic Max, what was that joke? I have feathers in my hair. Mama grabbed her head and found Actually, a feather that she had been carrying around unnoticed. Now I also know why everyone kept giving me such strange looks. Wait and see, I'll pay you back for this someday, she declared. Yet her voice sounded scarcely angry despite the threat. I hope you enjoyed the story. You could learn a little bit of German, and we'll see each other in the next video. If you liked the video, feel free to give it a like A thumbs up, a like, a comment. 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