This is how we made our money by buying the works of Hungarian poets decorated with pictures

Well, a rumor of gossip set in on the head of poor Little John, as it was revealed that he had taken the daughter of the famous embezzling banker.

One said, “well you poor carpenter-mayor, you took the famous ball queen! then he will noble you! it brightens up your forehead with a crown: do you not yet know whether it will be five-pointed or seven-pointed or eleven-pointed? »

Others, on the other hand, flocked over Florinda: “Well, it was worth skating, chirping, cotyling through seven carnivals and seven bathrooms, so that the last time a daughter of a man would tie his head with a carpenter!”

And the golden youth, which until now, like the cute fly army, surrounded the fashionable beauty, then after the marriage bordering on the impossible, took the pre-determined and bets were made in clubs and casinos on who would be the luckiest to kill the hunter-prey nobleman. vadat?

Well, they all lost their bet.

Florinda became a role model for faithful wives and good housewives.-212-

She sat at home all day, doing her housekeeping duties; it also held room in the kitchen. His only hilarity was reading. But she didn’t consume her husband’s earnings on the books either; he worked for money himself: he did white embroidery; and while it was only clear, it could always be seen in that geranium window in front of the embroidery drum as he was dressed.

This is how we made our money by buying the works of Hungarian poets decorated with pictures. That was his only amusement. But there could have been no other. Where can a convicted embezzlement daughter find company? She didn’t leave the house without her husband.

In the first three years of their marriage, she was baptized twice in the house: they were both boys. The older one was baptized Jancsi, the younger one Pista. These then gave the woman enough office. Who has two sons: he already has a ball, a theater and a concert.

Both ficcos had a faithful image of his father as if he had been cut out of his face. Even the photographer would not have found it better.

Florinda quite found herself in the happiness that Little John said was the fate of the real rich man.

The carpenter also made a lot of money from his work, and it was left to the woman to save.

When the fifth year of their marriage came, János Kis told his wife that he wanted to take out some seven, eight hundred forints from the money set aside.

– What do you want to do with it? She asked.

– I want to add another room to our house.

– Why?

– You know, this is the fifth year. When that expires, your father will be released from captivity. We’re building this new room for him to have his head down.

If someone said that to his wife on stage, do so -213-it would inevitably follow the scene that the woman reciprocates this generous, tender care of her husband by sensually falling over his neck and tearing his collar with tears; but there was no willingness to act in Mrs. Kis Jánosné. She looked big into her husband’s eyes and said coldly:

“Do you want to bring my father here with us if he gets out?” (She never married her husband.)

– To have a home somewhere.

“What do we tell the kids about where their grandfather comes from?”

– You’ll figure something out. Because mothers can still keep children in order with gracious lies: tell them that Santa brought it.

She didn’t smile at the fun.

“After all, we can’t keep children under cover,” her husband said, “they’ll find out what their grandfather is like when they start going to school;” the very first child whose Jancsi breaks his nose while wrestling will immediately cut his grandfather in the eye. In fact, I think the old housekeeper and the Peti butler have already told them something about their grandfather, it won’t be a newspaper for them anymore.

– Well. But do you think that the freed Mr. Heuteroth will stay here in our humble abode and get used to our twelve-hour lunches, which old Aunt Zsuzsa prepares?

– What else could you do?

– Don’t be afraid of Mr. Heuteroth. You will find your place in the world as soon as you feel the Budapest asphalt under your feet. By the way, I agree that if you build another room for your house: you will have a good study. Because that Mr. Heuteroth won’t stay in him for two weeks: I’ll take poison for that.

So Little John, as he sprang up, built the new room, adding it to the old building. (That’s how we used to biz it-214-all little lords: now a little room, then a porch; no more cucumbers! (This is the Sitty style in architecture.)

It was also furnished nicely, it was full of oak wood, it had a table, a chair, a wardrobe, a wardrobe. This is what the old man loved: this is how his furniture was in his former study. Any banker could have lived in it.

The notable day had finally come, signaling the arrival of the head of the family returning home. He went out in front of the railway from his wife János Kis.

It was the bitterest wall he was determined to swallow: to shake hands, to hug — Heuteroth was the sight of so many people. He won’t chew, just swallow at once.

It is good luck that the audience on the railway platform is blessed with alien blindness. All eyes are open only to the expected acquaintance. No one cares who embraces him, trampling on his feet.

Little John just stood on the edge of the platform, holding his wife in his arms and watched as the boomerang swarmed out, to whom they were waiting: while one day an unprecedented figure emerged from the crowd, he slapped him on the shoulder with this word:

– Hello liver! Did you come out with my daughter?

With that, he falls on Florinda’s neck, kissing it from right and left. And that lets go. This is going to be Dad.

“Here’s my ticket for my pack from May: take it out, then bring it after me.”

With that, he pressed the raspberry tag into his hand, and then strapped Florinda on his arm, hurried away, shouting after his son. The liverster could carry his sought-after suitcase with a porter on a forklift.

Well, the «new» Heuteroth could not be recognized after his old photograph.

Her hair, which had once been dyed a chestnut color with melanogen, turned into a perfect purple color when the dye was removed, -215-his face, on the other hand, which had previously been shaved smooth, was now shaved with a short-cut reddish-gray beard, mustache; his whole stature was nicely slackened by the diet of the national medical institution in Szeged, the smoking before five years now completely obscured him: – it was no wonder that his own son-in-law did not know him.

There was some consolation in that. Maybe that’s how other people won’t know it.

By the time János Kis arrived home with his father’s suitcase, his father-in-law was completely in control of the situation. He immediately became acquainted with the two children: he told them that he had now come out of the Szeged State Prison, where they gathered a select group of patriots who are imprisoned for press offenses, conspiracies against the government, liberation of their country, dueling, dueling, out for less time. He was the most distinguished among them because he was locked up by the damn government for a difficult five years.

He made himself a martyr. The kids believed it.

Then, as soon as his suitcase arrived, he hurried to open it, and his first thing was to pick out all sorts of calimping carved figures from it and give them as gifts to the children. (In the Szeged prison, prisoners are also engaged in carving children’s toys.)

He was also quite happy with lunch, Daddy Heuteroth; much better than that provided by the head waiter at the Grand Hotel in Szeged (who is known as the “tip”).

And in the afternoon he asked his son-in-law for a loan – a loan. But he gave him an account of what he needed and forced him to write in his book of accounts like this: «To Mr. Heuteroth, 50 kr for a stamp, 20 kr for an omnibus, 20 kr for a steam shuttle, 10 kr for a tip keeper. Amount 1 forint o. understand. ”

It could be inferred from the stamp that Mr. Heuteroth was in a hurry to find an application in a ministry that matched his talents.-216-

And indeed! A few days later, he triumphantly brought home the issue of the official gazette.

– Here! It’s there! This is the quick fix!

He pointed to the lines underlined in red in the bulletin.

“Viktor Heuteroth is allowed to change his name to Győző Vászonkői.”

That was a good idea! The stigmatized Viktor Heuteroth no longer exists: he has been replaced by a Scythian whose name resembles the predicate of the largest magnate family by reversing a letter. Writing on a shift doesn’t take you off.

The consequence of this was another forint loan from my son, the master.

It was necessary to get a hundred contacts with the new name.

When that was the case, the dad didn’t need the forints of the liver loan anymore. Those contacts have worked well.

After all, the former banker was at home in the whole business world: a broker, an agent, an announcer, a broker, a purchaser, a sampler, an urger, everything was full of him. It all adds something to the lat. If he was thrown out in three places, he was stuck in the fourth.

When he got into something ugly, the carpenters didn’t see him for three days: while he was holding the money he had, he was amused in the restaurant. He could be found everywhere: on the stock exchange, in a café, rarely back home.

One fine day, Heuteroth, (pardon!) Mr. Vászonkői, returned home to János Kis for lunch.

There was a break in the workshop at noon, and the master also came over to his wife’s room.

Mrs. Florinda sat in the window and embroidered.

Dad sat on that memorable desk and hung his legs from there.

What was surprising about his appearance was how his chin was out -217-he was shaved, and his hair and cheekbones dyed maroon, as they once did in happy times. But John Little did not run into this change in the slightest. There can be various reasons for this. Maybe the Orpheus virgins like that better?

Dad was particularly cheerful and teasing.

– Well! Well, May! He said to his son-in-law at the opening door. “How satisfied are you with my daughter?”

János Kis shrugged: a strange question!

“Ask your daughter how satisfied she is with me?”

– That’s not an issue. You are a good husband to your husband: the thing to know. But what is a woman like to a woman?

– Well, it belongs to me.

“Come on, Mayor, I don’t remember the word I said when I entrusted you with figuring out this women’s desk, that it’ll be good to have a secret box for the woman to hide the kind of sensitive letters that aren’t need to find a husband.

Little John looked at his wife. As if he wasn’t even listening to his father’s chatter, he tried in cold blood to find the tip of a needle in the degree of the needle.

He said to his father-in-law:

“Well, that was pretty futile talk from you.”

– No, May! It’s not good to get on the devil’s tail. Did you never think of it, I guess, just out of curiosity to look into this secret account?

– Never!

– Really never? Weren’t you curious to find out what could be in this hiding place?

– No. Where I did nothing, I am not looking for anything.

At this, Dad got off the table.

“Well, I’m asking you to investigate now.” -218-iziben the hidden account, the content of which he had not been curious about so far.

Little John looked at his wife’s face again: he didn’t see any strange expression on him either.

“If you’re so interested,” he told his father-in-law, “let’s make a discovery.”

With that, he pulled out the back drawer, pressed the white flower painted on the morocco on the table top, and turned out of the corners of the side wall of the hide drawer. “Dad was lurking there like a pheasant hunter, and like a trapdoor, he suddenly reached into the drawer, pulled out a pack of paper from it, and as it was in his hand, exclaimed, ‘Hooray! victory! would bring! Here! It’s there! Everything is there! » and he began to dance on one leg with that laugh-distorted muzzle, like a mad ballet dancer, waving long sheets of paper gripped in his hand over his head, like just a copper-skinned pinch Indian scalpel pulled off the head of a killed enemy.

Little John just amazed and stared.

He immediately recognized that piece of paper that came out of the plug. It was the same series of lottery tickets that the banker once offered him to choose from – as a gift. It could have been a hundred lottery tickets. These were tucked into the desk of his daughter, a banker who predicted his fall. Now he found them.

– You see this! The father-in-law shouted.

– Well, that’s a big deal! Said János Kis, turning away so that he would not see what they were showing. One hundred lottery tickets. It could be about five thousand forints. Is that why you should dance tarantella?

– But not five-thousand-forints-this-liver stram! – said the father-in-law, interrupting every word, – but two hundred and fifty thousand forints! In today’s draw, this ticket hit the jackpot: it was written in my wallet. Here is the authentic series. My lottery ticket won two hundred and fifty thousand forints. Hooray! hooray! We are gentlemen again! My daughter!-219-

At this word, Florinda also threw a thimble, embroidery scissors, everything from her hand, and ran to her father, screaming with a burst of joy, falling on her shoulders, kissing, hugging, sobbing with joy.

The dad had another shoulder, as his son-in-law would have had a place with the arms of the embrace; but János Kis just stood motionless in front of the desk, his two hands hidden under his work apron. He waited for the two of them to revel in their joy. They didn’t really notice him either.

When the great noise of triumph took a break, János Kis asked his father-in-law:

“What do you intend to do with this big prize now?”

– What? I reopen my bank business. In Váczi Street. Where there are pigeons, there pigeons fly: luck does not go alone. I will be a millionaire in a short time!

“Don’t you think how many people got unhappy about you years ago?” Can’t you find it right to make up for them?

The father-in-law laughed at this.

– To compensate? They asked for bankruptcy against me, whatever they could get, they seized it, they squabbled, they split on the bankruptcy mass, they closed me for five years, I sat down until the last night: we are receipts! What a Kridatarius gains after his lawsuit is over has nothing to do with his old creditors anymore. This is the law.

“But maybe one day a desperate man who has lost all his possessions grabs a gun instead of the law and shoots you like a dog!”

– Well, no! May! More polite terms should be used against a banker from Vászonkői. After all, be sure that you get as much from this amount as you can transform your modest small carpentry business into a large-scale carpentry business like that of Endre Thék.-220-

– But I don’t accept that! I do not share your cursed money.

The father-in-law mocked his eyebrows mockingly.

“Well, you have a good liver, you do what you want with the boxer’s head.” But in that case, I will take my daughter with me.

– My wife?

“Well, I won’t let you cook glue and glaze in this dirty nest.”

“This nest gave you shelter;” and this glaze of bread, ”said the carpenter rudely.

“You’ll pay for it,” someone said. But you no longer have to be a carpenter’s masterpiece, no idea that a lady of high esteem, like my daughter, as her father became the possessor of a great fortune, would remain on a farm of misery. We have prominent laws that allow for separation. The whole marriage was not valid in my eyes either, because the consent of the parents is required as a precondition: and I did not agree to it.

János Kis was already at the tip of his tongue: “because the prophet of Szeged would not let him”. But he just sucked it back. He looked into his wife’s eyes, holding his arm in his father’s arms. The husband’s eyes burned like fire: the woman couldn’t stand it, she lowered her eyelashes. The husband waited for the woman to run to her, roll over her breasts, embrace her: they loved each other so much. But this woman only stayed there with her father, clutching her in his arms. Is it just a nice thing to be a gentleman?

“But if I don’t agree to the divorce, it won’t be a thing of the past,” the master said.

“Well, then you’ll be separated from bed and table.” And if you like it better, so do it. Do this for each other. I’m going for my son now. I’ll be right back. He who wants to come with me comes with me; whoever wants to stay here will stay here.-221-

With that, he hurried; husband and wife left alone.

The desk stood between the two of them.

“Did you know what’s in the secret box of this desk?” asked the husband.

“I knew,” she replied.

“Did you come to me as a woman because I bought this desk at auction?”

– Because.

“For so long, have you sat so faithfully at home to preserve the treasures of this desk?”

– Because.

– Then I agree to the divorce.

Dad arrived in the rental car.

– Well? What? he asked as he entered the room.

“The girl leaves her husband and follows her father,” said the craftsman.

Florinda headed for the opening door.

– What do you want, madam?

– I want to kiss my children.

– No, madam! Those are my carpenters; they won’t kiss you anymore.

And he stopped the door in front of him.

Grandma Florinda had to leave her carpenter’s house without giving her children goodbye kisses.

Then came the divorce lawsuit. Ms. Florinda Vászonkői’s lawsuit against the carpenter János Kis.

No objection to the separation. Only the jurisdiction of the children was the subject of a court decision.

The question was whether the boys should be sentenced to the mother, who intended to send one to the military academy in Vienna, – he would become a general, – the other to the Jesuit college: he would become a bishop; or let it be left unto the father that maketh them a carpenter?-222-

In another civilized country, the mother would certainly have been awarded the two sukancz: but our barbaric tribunals gave the father justice. He was left with the two children.


After some four or five years, what John the Little had prophesied to his father-in-law, who was already a famous banker, had surpassed the million. One bad day, some desperate man who had lost all his possessions with him broke up and struck him with a revolver. He was shot dead.

Well, that’s a common thing. No one talks about it for more than three days.

With this pistol shot, Grandma Florinda was made happy. He inherited the banker’s great fortune and no one asked him where he got it from, what did he spend?

Andrássy út is a very nice boulevard! The magnificent teeth of the noble lords are galloping along it, and no truck is allowed to march there. But they only sneak through the side streets.

From one of the cross streets, a chariot protrudes through the cobblestone pavement of the avenue, towed by two valet children; on the chariot a new wardrobe weighs in, some carpentry work.

And galloping from the octogon comes an elegant Tilbury, into which are two thoroughbred apple-gray; fashionable dressed wrist drives them.

The chariot stands intact on the boulevard with the Almary.

The kids pulling the cart are bigger, a brown-jawed fidget whistling happily, and the smaller one is munching on an apple, biting big ones out of it.-223-

When the palm’s tooth comes close to them, the bigger fart starts laughing out loud, and the smaller one just turns the apple out of his mouth, covers his face with his hand and cries. The gentleman’s tooth is forced to stop because the laughing and mourning fagots do not move the cart further.

The constable is standing on the side of the road, crossing his two arms and two legs.

If such a case were to occur in a civilized country, the constable would rival the fagots pulling the chariot: “You will not immediately get out of the way with that chariot!” but in our barbaric world, the guardian of order, the wrist who drives the proud paripas, exhorts, “quietly madam! don’t wade those kids ». The gentleman’s tooth is forced to make a great turn around the chariot.

And then that bigger suhancz, that engraved ficko, laughed out loud at the carriage’s wrestler:

“Hello, Mom!”