Waiting for the arrival of Christmas, hoping for tender and quiet
touches, trusting in the abatement of our great battles of life, we are
trudging towards the manger with Ady's snow-covered Christ-cross in the
- Lajos Jánossy's choice.
No one had officially told the schoolchildren in Cluj what they were going to portray. All they knew was that they were preparing for a celebration. Then it suddenly dawned on her: the mass of schoolkids were going to portray the Great Leader, Ceaușescu himself, and she is going to be his mouth.
For a long time now Szabados wanted a bigger apartment so the children
could have separate rooms, but he could never manage it, and now it was
too late, he’ll just have to accept it. His dreams had come to naught.
And so have lots of other things.
After the book of poems inspired by Finland, here
are Acsai's Norwegian poems. A fjord and a vaguely perceptible
figure inside the fjord; a whale; cold-blooded rocks; the place where
Wittgenstein’s house once stood in Norway. And the empty place where
Wittgenstein’s intellectual independence and daring once stood in