It all went with amazing speed.

Kossuth took off his hat, raising his faded blue eyes to heaven, as if to say, “There is one who listens.”

Such cannot be done, prepared, and sceneed; there is no power, money, or power that can show the eruption of feeling in its so unadulterated and sublime reality, it can only be brought about by a divine spark, a spirit, the spirit of Kossuth.

Then some Austrian-born officers left our camp.

Imre Ivánka’s military role in Párndorf also ceased, not as if we had lost him as a result of the exit permit, but he, as a parliamentarian, was sent to Windischgrätz, who, in spite of all popular rights and campaign laws and customs, captured and tempted him. We felt very sorry for Ivan not only as a good buddy, an excellent hussar officer, but because we all had a lot of hope for his future.

Now the Hungarian army had seriously crossed the Austrian border and marched towards Vienna to attack the much greater forces of the united Windischgrätz and Jellasich.

The battle took place at Schwechát. Our hussars fought excellently, both in the cannon fire and in the attacks-94-they suffered great losses; Prince Lichtenstein himself, who had all served the hussars, sighed with teary eyes: my heart was bleeding at the death of these many heroes!

The overwhelming strength of Austria, the taking of a much more favorable position, against a well-organized and well-equipped army, with more than half of our inexperienced and still incompletely equipped army, would have been a miracle of God to win. But they finally stopped the fire as a man; the old battalions and the first army soldiers showed off, the hussars marveled; yet the battle was still lost.

Poor old Moga was still hanged from the headquarters there. He may have made a mistake and not led the battle well, I didn’t understand it so much that I could judge it, but that there was no malice or intent to mislead him, so I would dare to put my hand in the fire.

I, too, resigned from the position I had held so far, and I rode sadly and depressedly towards Bratislava. Here and there I have seen some or smaller teams moving in that direction as well. I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t inquire about anything, it was enough to know that we lost a decisive battle. I wouldn’t have minded if the earth had opened and swallowed. The landscape of my heart was so hard, my breasts tightened so much that I thought I was turning away from the horse.

Samu Bónis is standing next to me at the same time, and he says cheerfully:

“Let’s hurry, having a good evening in Bratislava, and then we can relax.”

– Have dinner with one who has an appetite, and relax, whose pain leaves him alone.

“My friend, you’re going to take it very dark.” -95-It is true that we have lost the battle, but I still find a moral victory in it.

I looked at him questioningly.

“First we saw our people stop the fire; second, the regiments that have fought under our flags today will definitely be ours, and will fight here to the last man; finally, a war has indeed been launched against Austria. Now that we are mature enough for the great idea, and we can make good use of the little time we can gain, we will not even notice it, and we have an army that can face the whole of Austria with courage.

– Do you condemn Moga too?

“I do not doubt his honesty, but he is a weak, indefinite man;” at the decisive moment he was frightened of his own work. The commander-in-chief of a revolutionary army should not be a man like Görgey who dares to act, and does not consider it necessary to think about being covered anyway for his procedure in this or that case. He does not hesitate, he does what he sees as good and necessary, he does not take care of himself, and he takes responsibility for his actions. Lám Moga also, if not much military deliberation, does not exchange so many messages with government and parliament, if he does not waste so much precious time in Párndorf, but goes on, he must reach Jellasich under Vienna, because the road was closed in front of him and forced to accept the battle. , and then the failure of Schwehát will not happen, because we would have treated the Duke of Windischgrätz separately,

A commander-in-chief should not wash his hands.

In a conversation with such content and spirit, we arrived in Bratislava at night.-96-

Samu Bónis’s reasoning convinced me at least that it might still be worth living, and there could be a turnaround when they could benefit from it. I began to realize that everything was not lost yet, and I, who had sighed a few hours ago, why couldn’t I find a bullet? now I rejoiced in life and saw it intact for the food and drink served, as if he had not eaten all day. However, I do not have the peace to find; their beds kept roaring in my ears, and bloody or lifeless figures marched before my eyes.

The next day, if I remember correctly, I sold my horse to Mór Motesitzky, and I sat on a boat and traveled to Pest.

In Pest, in various variations, I heard Bónis’s views from very clever people; we had a calming effect on my soul, and a week later I was already as if the battle of Schwehát had been just as bad.

In the restaurant of the inn, the Queen of England, a large company sat at the table; deputies, soldiers, officials. Samu Bónis loved the joke very much, and if anyone could catch it, he had a good day. The conversation, as then in every circle and company, revolved around the battle of Schwehát. The big word was taken by János Balogh. Bónis got up and saw him give his lad something to order, then sat back down again.

János Balogh only talks about the battle, hussars, Prinz Preusen, the Armed Forces, Moga and himself.

“Come on, Jancsi,” said Bónis, “what are you talking about so much about the Battle of Schwehát and yourself, because you weren’t there.”

– Me, me? cried Balogh with a proud sense of self, how many witnesses should I say?-97-

“I’ll be right here,” Bónis’s lad reported from behind.

“Right, János Balogh rivaled him, did you see it?”

“Not,” says the servant in a trembling voice, for we watched the battle together from the Fischamenti tower.

Great hahota.

Balogh jumped up like a wounded lion, turning his flashing eyes to where the sound was coming from, but he couldn’t see anyone anymore because the lad thought it was good to jump.

– I’m closing that bastard! he exclaimed angrily.

“You won’t lock it,” Bónis says calmly, because he’s innocent.