After the Paris Conference ended, Franz bid Nicholas I farewell and departed. A life of lavish decadence could easily lead one into ruin; Franz had no desire to test his willpower.
From a single fallen leaf, one could tell that autumn had come. Judging by the corrupt lifestyle of the Tsarist Government's upper ranks, Franz knew that the Russian Empire was already sick.
Many people were hopelessly immersed in the glories of the past. Even the dire situation of the Near East War had failed to wake them.
"A mere case of ringworm—not worth worrying about."
Since the Tsarist Government thought so, Franz naturally had no obligation to warn them. An ally lost in the glory of its past was a good ally.
On the journey home, Franz transformed into a young man of literary refinement and embarked upon the path of literary creation. The future, far-reaching Emperor Poems and Emperor Prose Collection both began to be written during this time.
Franz still had principles in this regard. At the very least, he did not have someone write in his stead. Naturally, his output was not high. From Saint Petersburg to Vienna, he produced only two doggerel poems—too embarrassing to show anyone.
When the nation suffered misfortune, poets found their fortune.
Influenced by the Paris Conference's forced partition of Germany, literary creation in the German region blossomed in a riot of colors during this period.
A great many writers and poets rose to prominence at this time, including Arthur Schopenhauer, Geibel, Paul Heyse, Freiligrath, Herwegh, Weerth, Fontane, F. Grillparzer, Franz Grillparzer, Adalbert Stifter...
It could be said that in the mere few months of the latter half of 1853, the literary works that emerged from the German region exceeded the total of the previous five years.
Criticism became the