He immediately led me to my room and entrusted me with a lot of correspondence

My busy schedule lasted from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., and I was free ever since. I couldn’t enjoy this free time for weeks and weeks. The great Vienna and the crowd have no amusement; I felt so alone everywhere and I was burdened with a lot of noise. I did not find any Hungarian elements in the staff of the court chancellery; the last honorary drafting trainee was also full of courtesy imaginations, if he was forced to speak Hungarian, he looked for places where he would most obviously make a deer mistake; besides, she was silking or whining about what she thought was good for her. With his white tie, each thought he saw a court counselor within himself. I couldn’t stand this army of yellow gloves, and my foreboding didn’t cheat, for during the events of the 48th they disappeared from the stage of the world, and whoever did not, was where the Muska had helped him advance. These gentlemen did not care much about the Hungarian parliament, the great men of the nation and the youthful hope. The court chancellery and the court staff were focused on the subject of all respects, and then they were seeds. If there was empty perseverance in the world, subtle whining, and faithful arrogance, it was abundant in this class. No good Hungarian or true patriot came out of there, but even more Bach hussars. Beyond the official contact, I avoided every opportunity to get to know any of them. So perfectly separated These gentlemen did not care much about the Hungarian parliament, the great men of the nation and the youthful hope. The court chancellery and the court staff were focused on the subject of all respects, and then they were seeds. If there was empty perseverance in the world, subtle whining, and faithful arrogance, it was abundant in this class. No good Hungarian or true patriot came out of there, but even more Bach hussars. Beyond the official contact, I avoided every opportunity to get to know any of them. So perfectly separated These gentlemen did not care much about the Hungarian parliament, the great men of the nation and the youthful hope. The court chancellery and the court staff were focused on the subject of all respects, and then they were seeds. If there was empty perseverance in the world, sublime whining, and faithful arrogance, it was abundant in this class. No good Hungarian or true patriot came out of there, but even more Bach hussars. Beyond the official contact, I avoided every opportunity to get to know any of them. So perfectly separated alantias whitewashing and faithful arrogance, so manifested in abundance in this class. No good Hungarian or true patriot came out of there, but even more Bach hussars. Beyond the official contact, I avoided every opportunity to get to know any of them. So perfectly separated alantias whitewashing and confident arrogance, so in this class was abundant. No good Hungarian or true patriot came out of there, but even more Bach hussars. Beyond the official contact, I avoided every opportunity to get to know any of them. So perfectly separated-114-I lived; I enjoyed the evening when I went to the Burgs Theater with Löwe, Dewrient Emil, Laroch, Rettich, Neumann, Ausütz, etc. to admire the unrivaled art of eminent people. It was then that Jenő Sue’s “Mysteries of Paris” appeared, and this work caused great prominence and noise all over the world. While this reading lasted, I gladly sat at home and lived my way all the way to Paris, but it was soon over, and my usual mood for company required its own.

The Transylvanian chancellery had a more relaxed manner, a more Hungarian voice and more interest in Hungarian affairs than the Hungarian chancellery. Here I met Lajos from the Czech Republic. We started walking to each other, he also scolded, we read our intellectual products to each other, and of course we praised each other brain to head. I wrote reports for Frankenburg in “Pictures of Life” from Vienna, and these were at least appreciated by a man, and that was a Czech Louis. We spent many good hours together and encouraged each other to work in the literature.

Far from all that I love, the desire for my buddies in Pest and Bratislava has often taken hold of me, and I have not been able to develop from my depression for days. I didn’t need a theater or an excursion at that time, just loneliness to recall the memories of the past in my soul.

Then one day I thought to myself that I should also visit the bodyguard palace, as several of my fellow students are serving in the army. I did not feel much attraction, because if the Hungarian is distorted at the Hungarian chancellery in Vienna, what can the spirit be like for those -115-who else are soldiers? Well, etiquette and old buddies require it.

I resurrected; Hungarian heart, Hungarian soul and Hungarian friendship reigned in this palace. Hungarian words, Hungarian music, Hungarian songs filled the rooms, rooms and corridors. Sparkling wit, light-hearted cheerfulness, noble openness and togetherness made this otherwise serious building so bad. I felt quite among my jurate peers.

Here I found Tamás Marschalkó, my legal buddy, all my good and bad classmates. The reunion gave birth to bursting joy.

I spent the afternoon there, late at night. We had fun relaxed and politicized, like in either Pillvax or Hollinger. He was a patriotic, waisted, free-spirited boy, and he remained so even in the moment of crisis. How many heroes emerged from them, how many became immortal, and to a fight they all went. Many names I have met here today are inscribed in indelible letters in the history of the campaign of 1848-49; Thus: György Klapka, János Mariássy, Sándor Asztalos, Imre Szabó, Baron László Mednyánszky, János Korponay, Tamás Marschalkó, István Prónay, János Somsich, Géza Udvarnoky, Mór Kerkápoly and to a greater or lesser extent all.

Then I was everyday in the bodyguard palace. Completing my official affairs, I hurried among the enthusiastic Hungarian boys. I ate here, we spent the afternoons together, and I went to the suburban theaters with them. It was now my home among these waist boys. The restaurant in the palace was cruelly bad, but terribly cheap, given the name “ragged”. We were never called otherwise. And the-116-in rags, that shoddy squeak tasted better to me than the perdrix aux truffes of »Matschakkerhoff« or »Wildermann«, because it was spiced with witty Hungarian conversation, witty ideas, healthy elves and cheerfulness. The restaurant was perfectly empty from the 20th to the 23rd of each month, it began to become populated on the 24th, the places were already occupied on the 26th and 27th, and remained in a regular wheel cut until the 20th of the following month; the simple reason for this was that on the 20th of each month the bodyguard officers received their salaries, so while he feared, he had to live well. Then came the “ragged.” The ragged’s sweet companion was the “dirty,” this cafeteria room, next to the bodyguard palace; a low, simple room, far from the luxury exhibition that such rooms boasted in Vienna at the time, but it was Hungarian to the point of nail-biting, so that the German coffee girls also learned and spoke Hungarian. Not only the bodyguards had fun here, but also the general and the colonel’s teachers, and then the bodyguards of the bodyguard also visited here. According to this, their Hungarianness had an impact beyond the palace, so much so that in the theater in Józsefváros, which had regular visitors, the »Localsängerin« sang a Hungarian song to the delight of the bodyguards, if he could. As many “long live” and “again” could be heard here as in the theater of a Hungarian city. And if it was a reward play by one of the favorite actresses, all the horsemen of the bodyguard palace watched in the gallery the applause of the officers on the ground floor and in the lodges, which were echoed so strongly that a whole storm arose; then the wreaths flew with killer national ribbons. then the cavalry masters of the bodyguard also visited here. According to this, their Hungarianness had an impact beyond the palace, so much so that in the theater in Józsefváros, which had regular visitors, the »Localsängerin« sang a Hungarian song to the delight of the bodyguards, if he could. As many “long live” and “again” could be heard here as in the theater of a Hungarian city. And if it was a reward play by one of the favorite actresses, all the horsemen of the bodyguard palace watched in the gallery the applause of the officers on the ground floor and in the lodges, which were echoed so strongly that a whole storm arose; then the wreaths flew with killer national ribbons. then the cavalry masters of the bodyguard also visited here. According to this, their Hungarianness had an impact beyond the palace, so much so that in the theater in Józsefváros, which had regular visitors, the »Localsängerin« sang a Hungarian song to the delight of the bodyguards, if he could. As many “long live” and “again” could be heard here as in the theater of a Hungarian city. And if it was a reward play by one of the favorite actresses, all the horsemen of the bodyguard palace watched in the gallery the applause of the officers on the ground floor and in the lodges, which were echoed so strongly that a whole storm arose; then the wreaths flew with killer national ribbons. to the delight of the bodyguards of Délczeg, he sang a Hungarian song. As many “long live” and “again” could be heard here as in the theater of a Hungarian city. And if it was a reward game of one of the favorite actresses, all the horsemen of the bodyguard palace watched in the gallery the applause of the officers on the ground floor and in the lodges, which were so loudly echoed that a whole storm arose; then the wreaths flew with killer national ribbons. to the delight of the bodyguards of Délczeg, he sang a Hungarian song. As many “long live” and “again” could be heard here as in the theater of a Hungarian city. And if it was a reward play by one of the favorite actresses, all the horsemen of the bodyguard palace watched in the gallery the applause of the officers on the ground floor and in the lodges, which were echoed so strongly that a whole storm arose; then the wreaths flew with killer national ribbons.

Then there were some very naughty jokes. Vincze is a cheerful boy up to his whim and lightness,-117-he was forever wondering how to get some snapping fun for buddies; he also gained, sometimes to the point of annoyance. An officer named Seiden, who had previously served in a regiment with Vincze, came to Vienna and landed at Vincze as his old buddy. Vincze had a lot of fun with him, and because the conversation was in Hungarian, and even if his name happened, he also said it to Silk, he laughed at the table company many times, and poor Seiden laughed at the others at his own expense. By the way, he may have been a poor, good soldier, but a man had a horrible one-sided Slesia. He believed everything he was told, even the most stubborn things, and he could marvel terribly. Once Vincze took a terribly sad picture. They asked what was wrong? he replied: I notice that the brother-in-law is very low on money, I am afraid he is asking for a loan, so I want to prevent it,

The next evening, the pious Slesian comes home from his roaming, and as soon as he opens the room, he yells at himself, slams the door, running away to the sunny officer. Elek Miska was the sunny person, whose weaknesses were always caught every time he looked for a day’s service, because the poor, in addition to his other weaknesses, also had a weak judgmental talent. Seiden says in dashed batches, emerging from his face: Vincze Friczi hanged himself. Elek rushes there, opens the door, and sees Friczi, his back to the door, hanging there in the recess of the window. He goes to his senses to report to the palace commander, he calls the tip, hurries him to Vincze Friczi’s room, and several bodyguards are there. The tip wants to take the corpse off, but on the first touch it falls to the ground in several pieces. There’s a lot of laughter coming out of bed, there-118-they go, the blanket is lifted, and Vincze lies there, laughing terribly. He wanted to make fun of his sleds, so he put the house cap on a visor glove, tied a sledgehammer to it, and dressed him in his home clothes, which he then hung. Répásy himself laughed at the idea, but Vincze was sentenced to forty-eight hours of room arrest twice. Elek Miska was then annoyed until morning by how scared he was of a shadow.

Vincze Friczin also had a brother with the bodyguard, two or three years earlier, but otherwise with him all the way. Even if he had brought a drop of German to the regiment, he had forgotten it here as well. He was once on duty in the Burg, and he was on guard when the horse in the court of the Burg with the bodyguard cut himself back and the general’s leg was broken. There was a loud noise, and their majesties stared sympathetically at the window as the patient was transported. Karolina, the mother empress, also looked at the sad event with deep concern, and turning to the Hungarian bodyguard, she said: “Just ist bey Ihnen ein grosses Ünglück geschehen.”

Vincze cut himself into “align”, drew his sword, and replied, “Ich weisz Frau Kaiserin Mutter.”

The Empress turned away and never addressed a Hungarian bodyguard again.

In such small adomas, bodyguard life was inexhaustible, but it also possessed many senses for spiritual lives; István Prónay’s artistic piano playing was a great pleasure. Then György Klapka, János Korponay, Imre Szabó dealt with a lot of scientific and fiction, they gave soul-inspiring and sometimes very instructive readings.

It so happened that he entered so young, out of the »Garrison -119-He brought Geist with him; but here he was quickly kicked out of it, and no matter how much he was on the road to get distorted, he was noticed in a short time, and he became the kind of Hungarian boy he could wish for. And then it went so far into his blood, it became such a spiritual property that even if he was assigned to a regiment, the officer separated from the bodyguard could always be known, because his heart, soul and language remained Hungarian there as well.

This body was Hungarian in every way; and whose soul possesses a foreign czafrang, he is cleansed of it here.

As the crisis days approached, the court atmosphere attracted lords, high priests, chancellery staff, many Hungarian-born military officers, but not a single bodyguard.

In the middle of the great hall, the bodyguards piled up a beautiful red uniform with silver and came to offer their service to the Hungarian government. The bodyguard-sergeant came: General Répásy, the chief horseman Hrabács came, the grooms came, and I think one of the coffee girls. And then they played no ordinary role; the names of many are immortalized in the history of the campaign, but there are even those to whom world history maintains a bright sheet, like Klapka. How many fell, how many were lost and most long captives.

If, in the second millennium of the existence of the Hungarian nation, there were such a moment that Vienna would fall into Hungarian hands, the first thing to do would be to erect a memorial column for the bodyguards of 1848 on the site of the Hungarian Bodyguard Palace.

I loved them with all my heart, and I still maintain friendship with the few who are still with me.

This spirit, this friendship, could have tied me to Vienna for a long time, but I couldn’t make friends with the home. -120-Lajos Németh was a courteous, courteous man with many insights, I could not complain about him; I was never overwhelmed with work, so that sometimes I could spend at least an hour and a half reading from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. My main job consisted of official dry correspondence. So it was not the inadequacy of the treatment, the work, or the reward that matured me to say goodbye to Vienna. I began to get to know Lajos Wirkner, who was in close contact with my boss, so I could not avoid contact with him. They spent most of their time together, getting tender surprises for each other, and they certainly knew each other’s secrets.

Lajos Wirkner always made his way to Bratislava, spent a few days there, and as he arrived in Vienna, his journey led straight to Prince Metternich and the Chancellor, and then came to Lajos Németh in a rosy mood. I suspected what kind of flight he was traveling to Bratislava and the parliaments must have known what proportion they were with? And I had to go to him so many times, on official matters, I rested on it, and it was impossible to get out, but I got disgusted with this bureaux life anyway, so I said goodbye one fine morning, after several months there.

A big stone fell from my heart when I decided to travel to Pest. My longing soul for Pest, my most beautiful memories were connected to Pest. The bodyguard palace was the only place I had a hard time getting around, I was happy to say goodbye to the rest of Vienna. I didn’t even get out in Bratislava, afraid when I saw my dear good buddies, I was stuck there, even though it was my intention to see things seriously in Pest immediately.-121-

I greet you a thousand times beautiful young Pest! it is more beautiful for me to see your modest buildings on the Danube than the towers of Vienna swimming in the clouds; I like that young bubbly life here more than the aging undulating crowd there.

As soon as I set foot in Pest, I began to feel like someone who had lived away from home for a long time, and now he had returned to the family stove. My heart was beating loudly.

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