Master Pfriem was a short, thin, but lively man, who never rested a moment. His face, of which his turned-up nose was the only prominent feature, was marked with small-pox and pale as death, his hair was gray and shaggy, his eyes small, but they glanced perpetually about on all sides. He saw everything, criticised everything, knew everything best, and was always in the right. When he went into the streets, he moved his arms about as if he were rowing; and once he struck the pail of a girl, who was carrying water, so high in the air that he himself was wetted all over by it. "Stupid thing," cried he to her, while he was shaking himself, "couldst thou not see that I was coming behind thee?" By trade he was a shoemaker, and when he worked he pulled his thread out with such force that he drove his fist into every one who did not keep far enough off. No apprentice stayed more than a month with him, for he had always some fault to find with the very best work. At one time it was that the stitches were not even, at another that one shoe was too long, or one heel higher than the other, or the leather not cut large enough. "Wait," said he to his apprentice, "I will soon show thee how we make skins soft," and he brought a strap and gave him a couple of strokes across the back. He called them all sluggards. He himself did not turn much work out of his hands, for he never sat still for a quarter of an hour. If his wife got up very early in the morning and lighted the fire, he jumped out of bed, and ran bare-footed into the kitchen, crying, "Wilt thou burn my house down for me? That is a fire one could roast an ox by! Does wood cost nothing?" If the servants were standing by their wash-tubs and laughing, and telling each other all they knew, he scolded them, and said, "There stand the geese cackling, and forgetting their work, to gossip! And why fresh soap? Disgraceful extravagance and shameful idleness into the bargain! They want to save their hands, and not rub the things properly!" And out he would run and knock a pail full of soap and water over, so that the whole kitchen was flooded. Someone was building a new house, so he hurried to the window to look on. "There, they are using that red sand-stone again that never dries!" cried he. "No one will ever be healthy in that house! and just look how badly the fellows are laying the stones! Besides, the mortar is good for nothing! It ought to have gravel in it, not sand. I shall live to see that house tumble down on the people who are in it." He sat down, put a couple of stitches in, and then jumped up again, unfastened his leather-apron, and cried, "I will just go out, and appeal to those men's consciences." He stumbled on the carpenters. "What's this?" cried he, "you are not working by the line! Do you expect the beams to be straight?--one wrong will put all wrong." He snatched an axe out of a carpenter's hand and wanted to show him how he ought to cut; but as a cart loaded with clay came by, he threw the axe away, and hastened to the peasant who was walking by the side of it: "You are not in your right mind," said he, "who yokes young horses to a heavily-laden cart? The poor beasts will die on the spot." The peasant did not give him an answer, and Pfriem in a rage ran back into his workshop. When he was setting himself to work again, the apprentice reached him a shoe. "Well, what's that again?" screamed he, "Haven't I told you you ought not to cut shoes so broad? Who would buy a shoe like this, which is hardly anything else but a sole? I insist on my orders being followed exactly." Master," answered the apprentice, "you may easily be quite right about the shoe being a bad one, but it is the one which you yourself cut out, and yourself set to work at. When you jumped up a while since, you knocked it off the table, and I have only just picked it up. An angel from heaven, however, would never make you believe that."
One night Master Pfriem dreamed he was dead, and on his way to heaven. When he got there, he knocked loudly at the door. "I wonder," said he to himself, "that they have no knocker on the door, -- one knocks one's knuckles sore." The apostle Peter opened the door, and wanted to see who demanded admission so noisily. "Ah, it's you, Master Pfriem;" said he, "well, I'll let you in, but I warn you that you must give up that habit of yours, and find fault with nothing you see in heaven, or you may fare ill." - "You might have spared your warning," answered Pfriem. "I know already what is seemly, and here, God be thanked, everything is perfect, and there is nothing to blame as there is on earth." So he went in, and walked up and down the wide expanses of heaven. He looked around him, to the left and to the right, but sometimes shook his head, or muttered something to himself. Then he saw two angels who were carrying away a beam. It was the beam which some one had had in his own eye whilst he was looking for the splinter in the eye of another. They did not, however, carry the beam lengthways, but obliquely. "Did any one ever see such a piece of stupidity?" thought Master Pfriem; but he said nothing, and seemed satisfied with it. "It comes to the same thing after all, whichever way they carry the beam, straight or crooked, if they only get along with it, and truly I do not see them knock against anything." Soon after this he saw two angels who were drawing water out of a well into a bucket, but at the same time he observed that the bucket was full of holes, and that the water was running out of it on every side. They were watering the earth with rain. "Hang it," he exclaimed; but happily recollected himself, and thought, "Perhaps it is only a pastime. If it is an amusement, then it seems they can do useless things of this kind even here in heaven, where people, as I have already noticed, do nothing but idle about." He went farther and saw a cart which had stuck fast in a deep hole. "It's no wonder," said he to the man who stood by it; "who would load so unreasonably? what have you there?" - "Good wishes," replied the man, "I could not go along the right way with it, but still I have pushed it safely up here, and they won't leave me sticking here." In fact an angel did come and harnessed two horses to it. "That's quite right," thought Pfriem, "but two horses won't get that cart out, it must at least have four to it." Another angel came and brought two more horses; she did not, however, harness them in front of it, but behind. That was too much for Master Pfriem, "Clumsy creature," he burst out with, "what are you doing there? Has any one ever since the world began seen a cart drawn in that way? But you, in your conceited arrogance, think that you know everything best." He was going to say more, but one of the inhabitants of heaven seized him by the throat and pushed him forth with irresistible strength. Beneath the gateway Master Pfriem turned his head round to take one more look at the cart, and saw that it was being raised into the air by four winged horses.
One night Master Pfriem dreamed he was dead, and on his way to heaven. When he got there, he knocked loudly at the door. "I wonder," said he to himself, "that they have no knocker on the door, -- one knocks one's knuckles sore." The apostle Peter opened the door, and wanted to see who demanded admission so noisily. "Ah, it's you, Master Pfriem;" said he, "well, I'll let you in, but I warn you that you must give up that habit of yours, and find fault with nothing you see in heaven, or you may fare ill." - "You might have spared your warning," answered Pfriem. "I know already what is seemly, and here, God be thanked, everything is perfect, and there is nothing to blame as there is on earth." So he went in, and walked up and down the wide expanses of heaven. He looked around him, to the left and to the right, but sometimes shook his head, or muttered something to himself. Then he saw two angels who were carrying away a beam. It was the beam which some one had had in his own eye whilst he was looking for the splinter in the eye of another. They did not, however, carry the beam lengthways, but obliquely. "Did any one ever see such a piece of stupidity?" thought Master Pfriem; but he said nothing, and seemed satisfied with it. "It comes to the same thing after all, whichever way they carry the beam, straight or crooked, if they only get along with it, and truly I do not see them knock against anything." Soon after this he saw two angels who were drawing water out of a well into a bucket, but at the same time he observed that the bucket was full of holes, and that the water was running out of it on every side. They were watering the earth with rain. "Hang it," he exclaimed; but happily recollected himself, and thought, "Perhaps it is only a pastime. If it is an amusement, then it seems they can do useless things of this kind even here in heaven, where people, as I have already noticed, do nothing but idle about." He went farther and saw a cart which had stuck fast in a deep hole. "It's no wonder," said he to the man who stood by it; "who would load so unreasonably? what have you there?" - "Good wishes," replied the man, "I could not go along the right way with it, but still I have pushed it safely up here, and they won't leave me sticking here." In fact an angel did come and harnessed two horses to it. "That's quite right," thought Pfriem, "but two horses won't get that cart out, it must at least have four to it." Another angel came and brought two more horses; she did not, however, harness them in front of it, but behind. That was too much for Master Pfriem, "Clumsy creature," he burst out with, "what are you doing there? Has any one ever since the world began seen a cart drawn in that way? But you, in your conceited arrogance, think that you know everything best." He was going to say more, but one of the inhabitants of heaven seized him by the throat and pushed him forth with irresistible strength. Beneath the gateway Master Pfriem turned his head round to take one more look at the cart, and saw that it was being raised into the air by four winged horses.
At this moment Master Pfriem awoke. "Things are certainly arranged in heaven otherwise than they are on earth," said he to himself, "and that excuses much; but who can see horses harnessed both behind and before with patience; to be sure they had wings, but who could know that? It is, besides, great folly to fix a pair of wings to a horse that has four legs to run with already! But I must get up, or else they will make nothing but mistakes for me in my house. It is a lucky thing for me though, that I am not really dead."
プフリーム親方は背が低くやせていましたが、元気のよい男で一瞬たりともじっとしていませんでした。顔は、上を向いた鼻がただ一つ目だった特徴で、あばたがあり死人のように青ざめていました。髪はもじゃもじゃの白髪で、目は小さいけれど、ひっきりなしに辺りを見ていました。親方は何でも見て、何でも文句をつけ、何でも一番よく知っていて、いつも自分が正しいのでした。通りに出ると、オールでこぐように両腕を振って歩き、あるときは女の子の桶にぶつかって高くはねとばし、その子が運んでいた水で自分がずぶぬれになりました。「ばかめ！」と親方は、ぶるっと震えながら女の子をどなりました。「わしが後ろを来ているのがわからなかったのか！」
仕事は靴屋で、仕事をしているときはやたら力を入れて糸を引っ張るので、遠くに離れていない人は誰でもこぶしをうちこまれました。一カ月以上親方のところにいる職人はいませんでした。というのはどんなに良い仕事をしても親方は必ず何か文句をつけたからです。縫い目の大きさがそろっていないというときもあれば、靴が片方大きいとか、かかとが片方高いとか、皮を小さく切りすぎるとかいうときもありました。親方は「待て、とうやって皮を柔らかくするか教えてやる。」と職人に言ったかと思うと、革紐をもってきて、職人の背中を2，3回鞭打ちました。親方は職人たちみんなを怠け者と呼びました。自分はというと自分の手を動かして大して仕事をしませんでした。というのは15分もじっと座っていなかったからです。
おかみさんが早起きして火をつけると、親方はべっどから跳び起きはだしで台所へ走って行き、「お前は家を燃やすつもりか、そんな火は牛一頭でも焼けるぞ。たきぎはただか？」とどなりました。召使たちが洗濯桶のそばに立ち笑って自分たちの知っていることを話しあっていると、親方は叱って言いました。「がちょうがぐわっぐわっお喋りして仕事を忘れてるわい。なんで作りたての石鹸なんだ？けしからん無駄遣いだ、おまけに不届きにも怠けているぞ。自分の手を守ろうとしてちゃんと洗濯ものをこすらないでやがる。」そして走って出ていき、石鹸水のいっぱい入った桶に蹴つまづいてひっくり返してしまったので、洗い場がみんな水浸しになってしまいました。
新しい家を立てている人がいたので、親方は見物のため窓に急いでいきました。そこで大声で言いました。「あいつら、あの赤い砂石をまた使っているよ、あれは乾かないんだ。あの家じゃあ誰も元気でいられないよ。ほら、あの石のひどい積み方。それに、モルタルが役にたっていない。中に砂でなく砂利を入れなくちゃいけないのに。わしの生きてる間に家が壊れて住む人たちに落ちてくるのが見れるわい。」座って二針か三針縫い、それからまたパッとたちあがると、革の前掛けをはずし、「ちょっとでかけてあいつらに説教してくる」と叫びました。
親方は大工たちにでくわしました。「何だ、こりゃ？あんたら、線に合わせてやってないじゃないか。梁がまっすぐになると思うのか。一つ悪けりゃみんな悪くなるんだぞ。」とどなって、一人の大工の手から斧をひったくり、どう切るか手本を示そうとしました。しかし、粘土を積んだ荷馬車が通りかかると、斧を放り投げ、荷馬車のそばを歩いていた百姓のところに急いで行きました。「お前、気は確かか？どこのどいつが重い荷を積んだ車に若い馬をつなぐんだ？可哀そうな馬はすぐに死んでしまうぞ。」と親方は言いました。百姓は答えませんでした。それでプフリームはぷんぷんして自分の仕事場に走って戻りました。
親方がまた仕事にとりかかっていると、職人が靴を伸べてよこしました。「はあ、また何だよ、これは？」と親方はどなりました。「こんなに幅を広げて靴を切るんじゃないと言わなかったか？こんな靴を誰が買うと言うんだ。底だけとしか言えん。しっかり教えた通りにやれと言ってるんだ。」「親方」と職人は答えました。「その靴のできが悪いとおっしゃるのはごもっともでしょう。だけどそれは親方が自分で切って作ったものです。さっき親方が立ち上がったとき仕事台から落ちたので、私はただ拾っただけです。でも天国の天使でも親方にそれを信じさせることはできないでしょう。」
ある夜、プフリーム親方は自分が死んで天国へ行く夢をみました。そこに着くと親方は戸をドンドンと音高くたたきました。「天国では」と独り言を言いました。「戸にたたき金がついていないのかね？戸をたたいて指のつけねが痛くなっちまうじゃないか」使徒ペテロが戸を開け、こんなに騒がしく入りたがっているのは誰か見ようとしました。「ああ、プフリーム親方、お前か」とペテロは言いました。「まあ、お前を入れてやるが、お前のあの癖はやめなければならんと注意しておく。天国で見るものには何も文句を言ってはいけない。そうしないとまずいことになるからね。」「言われなくてもわかっていますよ。」とプフリームは答えました。「何がふさわしいかはもう知っていますよ。ここでは、有り難くも、何でも申し分ないです。地上と違ってとがめだてすることは何もありませんよ。」それで親方は入っていき、天国の広いところをあちこち歩き回りました。
親方は、左を見、右を見して、まわりを見回しましたが、ときどき頭を振ったりなにかぶつぶつ独り言を言ったりしました。すると角材を運んで行く二人の天使が見えました。それは他の人の目に入っているトゲを探しているのに自分の目に入っている角材でした。ところが天使たちはその角材を縦にではなく横にして運んでいました。（あんなふうにやるのは間抜けだとわからなかったのかね？）とプフリーム親方は思いましたが、何も言わないで、納得したようにみえました。（真直ぐだろうが斜めだろうが、どっちで角材を運んでも、うまくやりさえすればおんなじことさ。それに、実際、二人は何にもぶつかっていないしな。）と考えたのです。
このあとすぐ、井戸から手桶に水を汲んでいる二人の天使が目に入りましたが、またその手桶は穴だらけで水があちこちに飛び散っているのも見えました。天使たちは地上へ雨を降らせていたのでした。「いまいましい！」と親方は叫びましたが、幸いにもハッと気づいて、（多分ただの暇つぶしかもしれないな。それが娯楽なら、こういう無駄なことをしたっていいような気がする。特にここ天国ではな。もうわしもわかってきたが、人間もここではただぶらぶらしてるだけだし。）と思いました。
親方はさらに進んでいくと深い穴にしっかりはまっている荷車が見えました。「無理もないな」と親方は近くに立っている男に言いました。「こんなにわけがわからなく積むんだからな。何を積んでいるんだ？」「良い願いだよ」と男は答えました。「これを正しい道にのせることができないんだ。だけど、ここまで無事に押しあげたよ。それでみんなはここにはまったまま放っておかないだろう。」実際、天使が一人やってきて、その荷車に二頭の馬をつなぎました。（本当だ。だけど二頭の馬じゃあの荷車をとりだせないぞ。少なくたって四頭はいなくちゃだめだ。）と親方は思いました。しかしまた一人天使がやってきて、もう二頭の馬を連れてきました。ところが天使は馬を荷車の前につながず後ろにつなぎました。プフリーム親方はとうとう我慢が出来なくなり、「まったく下手糞だな！」と急に喚き出しました。「何やってんだよ。荷車をそんなふうにひくなんて世界が始まってからみたことがあるか？だけどお前は、いい気になって、自分が何でも一番知ってると思ってるんだろ。」親方はもっと言おうとしましたが、天国の住人の一人が喉をつかんで抗いがたい力で押し出しました。門の下でプフリーム親方がもう一回荷車を見ようと頭を回すと、荷車が四頭の翼のある馬で空中に持ち上げられているのが見えました。
このとき、プフリーム親方は目が覚めました。「天国では確かに地上とはいろいろ仕組みが違うわな。」と独り言を言いました。「たくさん言い訳もある。だけど、馬が前と後ろにつながれるのを誰が我慢して見てられるかってんだ。確かに馬には翼があったが、そんなこと誰が知るか？それにな、もう走るための足が四本あるってのに、また翼を二枚つけるってのはずいぶん馬鹿げた話だ。だけど、もう起きなくちゃ。さもないとあいつら家の中で間違いだらけだからな。だけどよかったよ、本当に死んでなくてさ。」