Even for a German count who doesn’t have heart in the long haired sense (the aristocracy only use that muscle due to its useful functionality) was moved by the tormented love story depicted in the film: A young lady accepts a rose from an anonymous hand, a fact that arouses the anger of her fiancée, a man tormented by jealousy and his experience in the recent great war. He knows there is no rose without a thorn and, obsessed by this fact, he later will discover that his beloved wrote a book sometime ago, an oeuvre that included poems in what it seems to be a declaration of love for another man).
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