We had a long rest here, so we could go on excursions. For example, László Csányi sent me to Szombathely with a message to Count Lajos Batthyányi and-84-To Imre Ivánka. Major Káldor jerked to Pest with all kinds of mandates, but the deputies also looked at the parliament.
Many war councils and meetings took place; MPs came up and intervened in the military; they wanted to go to war with articles of law and explained that they should not cross the Austrian border. What the military council decided today was destroyed tomorrow by the influence of its representatives, what was done in Pest was rejected by the general faculty.
Poor László Csányi didn’t even know where to be in his anger, and where he scolded the soldier and the parliament.
It was a perfect procedure like after the Battle of the Great War; if then the shattered enemy is pursued further, he will never be able to gather himself again. But no, we needed Buda, they brought all the strength here, and they let the enemy reorganize, get stronger, so that the Muscat to be broken would find a respectable Austrian army here anyway.
Well, here too, if we crossed the Austrian border and found Jellasich under Bruck, we would have treated him, but we had to wait for the Duke Windischgrätz to liberate Vienna, unite with Baron Jellasich, then it was time for the Hungarian army to attack.
Was it good that way or not? it is up to others to judge. I do not write campaign history, I do not judge strategic advantages or mistakes, I do not write character drawings of the great people who took part in the campaign, all this requires more military knowledge, data collection and knowledge of intrigues in decisive circles. I, as I said at the beginning of my book, no-85-I write a diary, not a memoir, and at least a history. I simply write memoirs, from politics, social life, campaigning, sat. It doesn’t even want to be a study; it is merely a description of the age, a commemoration of the ruling spirit in one circle or another, and a commemoration of minor events from the campaign as well as before and after it.
For those who expect more than this, put down my book and take out the scientific and expert works of Klapka, Görgey, Dembinszky, Mihály Horváth and most recently Richard Gellich.
Pillow dorphon had variegation, movement and noise enough. More and more troops arrived, then Gemer or other arbitrators, and then national guards.
We sat at Estelin, Moga’s assistant enters with a hussar lieutenant appearing.
– Let him come!
In a dusty, rain-beaten and sun-drenched garment, the cords of which have fallen here and there, Corporal Balla sets in with these words:
“I mean, I stumbled with 28 men and two wire horses from Pardubitz.”
– How did it happen? Teleki asked.
– I report humbly, the whole regiment is coming, led by Captain László Sréter, with the consent of officers Benedek Virágh and officers Dénes Dessewffy. We didn’t have the patience to wait for it, because we could have known and then we could have been stuck there.
“Well, they came all the way from their own heads.”
– And at our own expense.
– Where did it come from?
“I sold my watch, and then I got some good people.”
– Didn’t they find an obstacle anywhere?-86-
– Of course not. We had to cross a bridge, the bells were set aside in the village, and the few armies that were there stopped our way with the popular uprising. I commanded a sword in the mouth, pistols in both hands, a hydra attack. They fired heavily at us, we lost the two people there, but we report with their horses.
“How did they steer their horses during the attack?”
– I report lowly, with no man.
Ballát s Nádor’s hussar companions were entertained by some officers.
Delegates from Vienna came to tell how long they could keep their seeds. About when they intend to make an outburst, and then they will send a beacon image from the tower of St. Stephen, and the Hungarian army will attack at this suitable moment.
For a while, even a beautiful woman has often turned up at headquarters. We all considered him a spy. But Nazzi of Nemeshegyi recognized it because it was “Candida”, the lovely girlfriend of the executed Count Zichy. What are you doing here? in whom did he hope to invent his comforter?… When he was arrested by Count Zichy, there were many precious things and jewels, I think, or he wanted to get some of it back for himself. It hardly would have been better if he got it, at least he stays in the country and doesn’t emigrate to America. Indeed, it is a strange situation when the one who is the main guardian of property security, a treasure that he has encouraged to guard, puts it away so as to secure for him and his family the whole future. This is the only shame of the Hungarian revolution. Rich and poor, ur and servant, all just sacrificed; wealth, blood and life, only this one-87-he thought of neither national honor nor freedom, he only worked out of pocket, even in Sobri’s way. Yet he could have learned golden honor from members of all governments, led by the governor of the country, who ruled over millions and millions and left the country so poor that he still earns his living from daily work; Lázár Mészáros taught his life day by day by teaching children; He obtained his daily bread with the pen of Mihály Horváth; Bertalan Szemere was trading; Sebő Vukovics, who was a wealthy ur at home, lived abroad like some poor student; Count Kázmér Batthyányi died poor in the fourth floor room of the dynasty. Duschek, who supplied millions in gold and silver, died in need. But he, who hardly owns anything at home, also took wealth with him to his new homeland. Luck,
The country is proud of these names and is written on the most ornate pages in history. How could a Makov, a Perfiliev, have smuggled you nearby? even worse than these, for they had enough courage to carry out the punishment they deserved themselves, while he, the infamous chief of police, followed the path of the unfaithful servants.
Even though Mrs. Candida turned to this camp, there were soldiers here, not fortune hunters. The confiscated and high-value jewelry, without the lack of a gold needle, was handed over to the government. Our warlords were characterized by morality, selflessness and cleanliness. For example, I will bring up only the battle of Szolnok, where the victorious Damjanics-88-he also intercepted a cash register. It contained a fortune, not only in cash, but also in gold and gems. He could boldly regard it as spoils of war, but as soon as he heard that the officers’ possessions and valuables were deposited here, he sent the whole thing to the enemy camp without any hesitation or withholding a single penny.
The result of a long deliberation and discussion was the need to march into Austrian soil.
Count Aladár Andrássy and I went to Bruck with two sections of hussars to make accommodation. Arriving at the Lajta Bridge, our outposts arrested him. An report immediately went to the commander of the front team, who rode to us in person.
It was then that I first saw Görgey Arthur because he was the commander. He was pressed into the eyes of his wax-canvas bag in a simple national guard suit, his eyes pierced through the glass. He spoke coldly and curtly. For a long time, he was vividly impressed by the impression he had on this famous man, his gaze on me. I can’t say it’s pleasant, but it’s not repulsive either. I was with him like he’s not afraid of the ghost, but his heart beats when he’s facing him.