I came to Pest with the best possible offers. to sign up for his boards.
This was such a moment in the life of the youth at that time, which filled his bosom with desires and hopes for three years. To get together, to meet old buddies, to meet contemporaries from all over the country; to invent those we have never seen but corresponded with; to hear Lajos Kossuth, Széchenyi-40-Count István, Pál Nyáry, Mór Szentkirályi, these large and excellent figures of the assembly hall of Pest County. It itself deserved to deal with the embarrassment of school life for thirteen years.
Among the greatest excitement, I changed clothes and immediately hurried to the hut of youth, the Pillvax Café. Let’s say the country is a large garden, and from its assorted flowers a breathtaking bush could be seen here. Flourishing faces, springy members, eclectic costumes, and otter noise characterize the crowd. Here you could hear a sparkling madness, a flaming voice of joy. The bowling table was surrounded by an army of otters, a sharp sound striking my ear at once, as he exclaims himself with a very palóczos accent:
– What number?
I look at him, I see little young man with flashing eyes and shaggy hair. I agreed with this question:
– Aren’t you Kálmán Lisznyay?
– And you Degré Alajos?
We never saw each other, we just corresponded and I recognized him after his letters, and he really came across me at random. He even poeted this peculiar coincidence somewhere.
Even that afternoon, Lisznyay introduced a grinning-looking, healthy-looking blonde young man.
– Look, this is Gustaf Lauka.
Lauka realizes that I called him Mr. Teins. I think I gave him a bigger title because the day before, he won 10 gold at the academy for some poem. I really admired such a person then, even if he was the cheerful Lauka Guszti. Well, we immediately became good friends, not to my little pride. -41-Lisznyay ran back and forth like the delicate, then turned around at this and that group, was able to marvel at something everywhere, then shouted at the bowling table in delight at some nice push. All of a sudden he disappeared, and I stayed with Lauka, who grew bigger and bigger before me, spoke of the beauties of the Spanish language, quoting certain sentences; complained that yesterday at Vörösmarty he had been drinking bad champagne, but then he corrected it because he went to Lajos Kuthy for a cup of tea. He finally didn’t even let me pay for my coffee, he hosted me. Now Kálmán Lisznyay approached with a nice fibrous young man. The young man was a surprising figure; dreamy blue eyes, dewy white face colored with little red. If she didn’t have a little blonde mustache and a beard, she could be considered a dressed woman.
Lisznyay introduced each other; – It was László Szelestey.
We spent the evening together, went to the theater, then to the evening to the wine press, from there to Szelestey’s accommodation, who read to us from his poems, Lisznyay recited, and Lauka, to my great dismay, made mocking remarks to both.
Do not hurt the good world of field judges, the historical men of that country with a strong character, iron will, big heart and flame, the youth that was unsurpassed in nurtured patriotism and enthusiasm, the youth with which 1848 could be created.
I love to think back to those times. The youth of the country formed a family; thousands and thousands gathered in the capital every year as prospective or already sworn clerks of the royal table, among whom there is cohesion,-42-a patriotic spirit, and a reverence for the great ones formed the brotherly bond, and then they were dispersed into the counties, to further bind this chain and to spread the common spirit. The youth of all the counties of the country was a liberal opposition, and the youth of the most pro-government county was grouped around one or two opposition speakers (because that’s all there was everywhere).
We read the pamphlet entitled “The People of the East” and the booklet “The Answer to the People of the East” without a book. Lajos Kossuth’s heartbreaking, often breathtaking, and again cold-minded editorials, in which lofty ideals, elevated patriotism, and shining spirits, written with the beauties of his ever-magical pen, shone so much as the life that lives alone. We knew in which county when the quarterly assembly was going, from where our friends were in a hurry to send out the speeches of the opposition speakers, which, barring each other, barely met a young man from the county who would not have had a great collection of speeches.
If I think back, when in 1841 there was a difference of opinion between Ferencz Deák and Antal Deák on one of the subordinate issues in the general assembly of Zala county, if I remember correctly, we almost got up to tears, reading the two speeches that now between the two big brothers a rupture will strike, and then what will become of the opposition? what will happen to your country?
I know for myself how those who had not yet had the opportunity to get to know life in Pest stared at the man they knew saw Deák, Kossuth, Széchenyi. It is not in vain that we idolized the three then-43- name, subsequent great events provided each one with a glossy page in world history.
Centuries may pass, while such three greatnesses may rise from the majority of the nation at once; the border of one of the giants from the Carpathians to the Adriatic had a narrow border, transcending countries and provinces, and all became world-great. István Széchenyi, holding the balance of steam and water in his hand, striving for the material prosperity of the country, strives to raise it to the level of civilized states; Ferencz Deák makes spiritual conquests with the olive branch of peace, and fights against the bayonets of arbitrariness with the weapons of science, law, and wisdom; Lajos Kossuth shook not only the old Europe, but even the new parts of the world with his flag of freedom, his enchanting speech, his great mind, and his heart blazing for his homeland.
All three are selfless to the ideal, István Széchenyi, because he was rich, he sacrificed a lot for his homeland; The fate of a crown depended on Ferenc Deák, and yet he, as a simple citizen living in humble circumstances, moved to the right; In the hands of Lajos Kossuth was the treasure and power of a country, yet today he eats his bread earned by work in a modest retreat.
It is not a statue or an altar that deserves such excellent features.
The year 1841 was the legislative session of St. Stephen, when I also came to the capital to take the oath of office.
In terms of such terms, Pest resembles a garden in which, in the spring, the gardener puts flowers out of greenhouses in groups; the streets were bubbling, the national theater was full, the swords were ringing — because-44-The clerks of the boards had to go to Hungarian sessions for the wedding and the meetings – the music was playing, and cheerfulness and youthful zest for life resounded everywhere. – The flower of the country, the color of the next generation, has come together.
If I think about it, if I remember it, what emotions kneaded my breasts, what hopes made my heart warm, and what a rumbling imagination made in my brain! I met my classmates with whom I had only corresponded so far, without ever seeing each other, we immediately became inner friends; I can graze my eyes on the beauties of the rising young Pest, and from moment to moment I have the opportunity to see when and where to see the greatest men of the homeland, the most exalted spirits of the nation? no longer did my wildest desires spread.
On the eve of Louis ’Day, the crowded youth is planning a great torchlight procession for Kossuth . A tender was announced for the speech to be held, and János Erdélyi, János Garay and Sándor Vachott were invited to participate.
I was also obsessed with fever or inspiration and started making speeches. – The youth of the sea that now floods Pest was floating before my spiritual eyes, the many deli figures, the sensible eyes and radiating spirit all seemed to say to me: not you, we are called to this honor. But let it be, I think, in this field, racing itself is also a glory. Then I wrote, expressing my emotions rather than thinking remotely that the honor of welcoming Lajos Kossuth could have greeted me.
The judges chose the speech, breaking the sign letter, let a hundred and a hundred young people cheer my name.-45-
From that moment on, I didn’t walk on the pavement of Pest, but above Pest in the clouds.
I went through the time with great excitement until the next evening, when I dressed in ornament, I appeared in the designated place.
The uri-street was surprised by its youth, and a quarter of an hour after my appearance it fluttered to six to seven hundred fabrics.
The imposing procession began with music. In front of one of the two-storey houses on Szép-utca, a mass of flaming walls form a flaming wall. I was standing in the middle of the circle. At the same time, the wall of flame opens in the opposite direction, the “long live!” Blowing sky between the sounds of music mixes, and I stood opposite our idol. The scene seemed so biased that the voice would have been in my throat if I had to speak at that moment; luckily for a while the music and cheering time allowed me to gather myself. As I looked up at the great patriot, I thought I could see the beautiful blue sky of the bland Italian sky in his eyes. I have never seen such gentle, I could say dreamy and telling eyes. They poured trust and courage into me.
I greeted him with deep touch and sacred emotion.
Then came the magical charm that kept the hearts in vibration, while the sublime content of his speech and the richness of his ideas provided the minds with spiritual treasures. He spoke about his homeland, his patriotic duties and the vocation of the younger generation, but in such a way that his eloquence and distorted spirit captivated our souls. I can hardly believe that there was a bosom between us that would not feel and worry, who would not think: I swear that I will love and protect my precious homeland.-46-
Kossuth left, but the outbursts of enthusiasm did not want to end.
The windows of the first floor opened, and Lajos Kossuth appeared there, and next to him a strong man with a face radiating goodness and eyes expressing calm depth.
A roaring “long live Ferencz Deák!” Roared from the crowd.
Deák smiled kindly, lifting his godson, little Ferenc Kossuth, to his arms.
This is how I saw the two great patriots together.
I don’t know if it was a toy of excited imagination, or a flame of light on the fabric broken on the windows, but it’s so true that I saw the two people like some saints with a glorious circle.