CALLING FOR HOMESICKNESS

The writer, poet, translator was Teacher Miklos ever since he left his country with his beloved, beautiful wife Alice, he went out to the ocean every single day.

It was as if he had deliberately and consistently become disillusioned with literature, and in general with those turncoat, pretentious, duplicitous people who �" who knows why-sold themselves under the pretext of medals, awards, and awards, and thus succumbed to the interests of a particular group, although literature must always serve a higher purpose. With one hand on his staff, while with the other hand his wife, they looked attentively and homesickly at the restless waves of the ocean, as if they were both trying to fix their shared memories: who they were, who supported or helped them without words the laws of honor and human friendship

obeying? Who were they, who turned away from them immediately, leaving them all to themselves

in their vulnerability? And as they pondered their lost past, some albatross,

Off-White Gull began to circle the waves

- Look, honey! What majestic birds! - noted the still beautiful woman. �"

They insist on their stubborn freedom and independence, just like us!

- Yes, my one and only! - the writer leaned down a little with difficulty, leaning on his stick, and then grabbed a tiny,

he threw a colored stone and, as if to duck in the mirror of the endless ocean, threw it away with great anger. The tiny

Stone flew like a mini bullet, but quickly disappeared into the depths of the Great Blue. ,I wonder what

will we suffer fate?!"Almost immediately, Alice noticed that her husband was again wandering through her memories,

and first she hugged him, then she snuggled up to his chest to feel the other's slightly agitated, violent heartbeat: �"

Is something wrong, honey?!  asked with little concern

- Hell of a thing! Of course not! Why do you ask?! - he turned to her now, but the woman could rarely have been

to deceive, or even to deceive, because the writer had a little veiled eyes.

- Oh, my poor sweetheart! I know you miss home, and so do I, but we have each other, and now our son is an adult and he has a family! We miss our grandchildren, but they are used to visiting us! - the woman tried to make her partner a little more cheerful, but she was so close to her husband and knew almost all of his complex spiritual rigors that she knew and felt exactly that a thinking man often cannot make a peace or compromise even with himself, let alone with the world!

Nicholas lit his pipe as he brought it from home. He took out some dried tobacco leaves from a small brown bag, stuffed the flue part of the cylindrical pipe well, and lit the sizzling, smelling tobacco with a single matchstick. He began to puff as he looked at the woman walking beside him with a little suspicion. Alice, with her secret feminine instinct, knew almost immediately what was going on in her husband's mind, and even now she asked him with interrogative attention:

- What are you thinking about, honey?!

 I've been thinking a lot about how long have we been away?  it was as if he was asking himself a somewhat philosophical, rhetorical question.

-If I count correctly, it's been thirty or thirty-five years since we left home! - noted the woman.  Do I still have any of my old friends?

- Well, unless they've lived to an unnaturally high age, hardly!  he immediately regretted his firm, harsh words as he saw the sorrow on his wife's face.

- Alice ... forgive me for everything... I know how much you miss ... �" another deep sniff of the pipe followed, and then they continued to walk along the ocean shore. After a while, the writer spoke again:

�" I don't even know if it makes sense to buy another typewriter ribbon, because nowadays old things can easily and quickly break!

- Come on, honey! Don't be silly! We're gonna go to the store and buy whatever you need! If you want, you can even buy a personal computer!

�" I'm too old for these new machines! - noted the writer with fussiness. Lately, it's been easier to blame him for physical pain if he's been hurt. He had to have his appendix removed a few years ago, and since then he's been more prone to panic, which he wouldn't admit to the world.

- Honey! Do you remember when I almost married Tibor back then, and it's a good thing you were there because you were the one? Remember what you said?!

- Well, that was a long time ago, Honey! But I think I know what you're thinking!

�" You said that you would be happy anywhere with me, and that a man should always be faithful to himself! At the time, I felt like a part of you, even if we had to leave the House! - he stroked his wilted, wrinkled, striated face.

�" I'm the luckiest man on earth! I'm proud to say that!  he tried to look balanced and happy, but they both felt it was just appearance and appearance. Yet as they walked on and sat down on a bench overlooking the ocean, they both suddenly felt the same as when they decided that they could no longer live at home.

- When we first went to New York, you reinvented yourself on the very first day and walked almost the entire huge city because you said you needed a business card! - the wife began to giggle with girlish, small giggles.

- Why? I thought it was a good idea, there was only a problem with the accents, because they are not in the English dialect! - he shook the stale tobacco out of his pipe onto a tiny handkerchief, and then threw it into the trash can right next to them.

- Yet your face really shone when you read in the public library all day! You were like an educated roommate!

- No doubt! The library is very well equipped. Just press a button and you'll get the volume! Even in Hungarian! - Nicholas was again carried away by happy, idyllic memories, and only became seriously sad when the recollection ended.

- Sometimes I feel that there are fewer and fewer of us left who were born in another age…

- I know... but maybe we should let time do the work we left behind…

- I think our grandchildren are so foreign that they almost only understand English, and they only know one or two words of Hungarian! At this rate, How are we going to tell them about the fantastic adventures we've had together?! - the woman's voice was worried, yet it radiated a strange warmth.

- Don't worry about it! This is a natural part of being a foreigner within the framework of a livable way of life. English is a traffic language, so it is universal and everyone understands it! The main question here again is, what should be the fate of the manuscripts?! - he started watching the endless ocean again.

- I think you should wrap it carefully so that time doesn't hurt them, and then leave it in the hands of a lawyer or a literary preservationist! What does William say?

- Honey! William just like me is already an old man! Who knows when the manuscripts will mix back home, and whether he will still have the energy to deal with publishing and distribution! I'm not sure anymore, because it can be assumed that either the important things get lost, as usual, or they don't deal with it, and then everything is lost! I didn't work for nothing for so many witnessing decades!

As Alice listened to her husband's words, she fell in love again. It may be that at such an age it is no longer appropriate to feel desire, yet the Golden Heart, the whole femininity of the beautiful, wrinkle-free woman, really flared up in the realization that her lover was an exceptional and special person in every way. The wife also did not dare to admit to her beloved husband that she had cancer, although Nicholas suspected that something was wrong with her woman's health. After a long Calvary, she died in the hospital, and her last wish was that her husband should not allow depression, grief, and pain to kill her daily life.

Nicholas II was treading his eighty-eighth year at the time, then one fine day he bought a gun, called an ambulance, and then committed suicide in their intimate sixty-four-square-meter home!