The Weavers

00:00:04 The Weavers

00:10:42 full of imperfections ... Useless!

00:16:43 I think ... he meant ...

00:25:56 What will I do, what I do ...

00:36:27 Don't you recognize me, Moritz?

00:42:36 to eliminate poverty and misery in the world.

00:47:28 more terrible than more distant ones

00:49:52 the rabble of hell

00:53:08 Yes, mother ... a young person can ...

00:55:45 It makes me think of the poor weavers!

00:59:14 They proclaim the discontent that we feel!

01:08:11 You are too few!

01:12:30 Bind his hands!

01:16:22 Let go of Jäger!

01:20:58 And its not my fault that their wages are so low!

01:23:33 Come ... throw something on and get in the carriage.

01:33:12 Do not start a fire ... if you do

01:37:19 For that mob, one company is enough!

01:43:56 Gottlieb ...

01:50:14 Do not open it! They will destroy the machines.

01:55:21 The troops are already in the square!

02:03:18 Grandpa, they shot with flintlock rifles.

02:08:12 has been the seed of my poem.