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No one understood, but of course no one was surprised as to why Mária Bukta has been behaving somewhat strangely lately. There is nothing to be surprised about. He had five siblings, and we can safely say that he raised all of them instead of their mother, and if that wasn't enough, he was forced to work hard in the company of adults from the age of nine, so it seemed completely natural that he was generally stubborn and stubborn in all life situations. , apparently somewhat hostile and far from understanding, or even friendly, throughout his entire life he could almost never really know who he could trust and who he should avoid as much as possible.

She lived and lived in one of Budapest's garden-like surroundings, and especially the people in the neighborhood and her neighbors, who were almost always at the forefront of their curiosity, could not help but praise, watch, and perhaps even a little envy that, compared to the fact that Buktáné had been a widow for nearly thirty years as a former widow, this did not deter her in the slightest from making her ideas come true, since - unlike those waiting for retirement - who, as is well known, had barely any money left until the end of the month, Mrs. Buktán loved when she always had something to touch on, but at the same time she was often unable to understand, that while he is able to do the basic things, why can't others do the same?

"Oh, Marika!" Tell me your secret! Didn't you just inherit it? - were asked mainly by retired women, who are also at the forefront of gossip and gossip.

"Where would I have gotten it?" - said Mrs. Buktán, very confused and surprised, since lately, apart from her temporarily unemployed grandson, not even the dog has visited her.

"Oh, stop being silly when it comes to such important things." Did you get it or not? they asked almost every day at every hour.

"I don't usually reveal my private life!" - he replied sheepishly, and it seemed that he was really consumed by the red turkey poison that his kind, helpful neighbors could even think of such a thing. Since the neighbors couldn't get anything out of it, they decided to leave it alone. At least for a while.

In any case, the legendary news about Buktáné was that she likes to take in poorer but honest and trustworthy people with whom she can demonstrate her good Samaritan actions. Because he became convinced that the poorer, more downtrodden, or just unfortunate people are also an integral part of society, so they deserve someone to take care of them.

Of course, most members of his family were by no means so happy about this. Her late son-in-law often said: "Aunt Marika, why do you have to take on extra work?" Isn't this big house and the kitchen garden enough?! - the groom shook his head in confusion.

"Yes, my dear son, but if I don't help, you can be sure that no one else will!" �" with this simple and clear answer, you could usually end a conversation if Buktáné felt like it.

Some elderly neighbors also walked through the open gate of their family home as if they were just returning home or taking part in free spiritual counseling. Everyone knew that, despite her brooding look, Buktáné had a soft heart and would never send anyone away on purpose or out of sheer passion.

Then it happened that they called him from the countryside. Later it turned out that the son of one of his sisters was in Pest, and he didn't even bother to visit the widow, who was respected and esteemed as a grandmother.

"Hello, it's me!" Did you hear that Balázska visited Pest? - she called her younger sister, who always started acting and listening when her older sister called her.

"I don't know anything about the things Balázs wore!" He's a grown man with a family! He does whatever he wants! �" as if things could be fixed so easily.

- Yes, I heard that he visited Pest, and he didn't even bother to visit his aunt, who gave him food and accommodation when he was a college student. Or no one is willing to remember that anymore.

- Yes, my dear sister, the fact is that Balázs whispered to me that he wants to sever all previous ties with those who were the protagonists of his past!

This was a painful admission, even from an aging woman who had been exploited and treated as a servant by her husband for most of her life, who only dared not buy a microwave oven because her husband forbade her to waste precious money on useless things!

"So you knew then, right?" - Mrs. Buktán questioned her sister.

- Yes, I knew it! But I think that was so long ago, and anyway… you have to live your life, there's no way to always look back, right?!

"So this is where we stand?" Good! Good for me! I will never let your sweet boy into my house again! Get this in your head! Did you understand?! If he tries, I'll send him away without even touching the ground, or I'll tell the police!

Even his brother was a little embarrassed by this, as he began to try in a more teasing, honey-glazed tone:

"Well, my dear sister!" After all, we'd be related from end to end, wouldn't we?!

"Yes, unfortunately one mother gave birth to us, but you have all strayed from the right path!" You allow me to do everything by myself with my seventy-one years, while you don't give a damn about what costs money! How do you imagine? What did you think of yourselves, huh?! Well then I won't help any of you anymore! Remember this! - Mrs. Buktáne slammed down the telephone receiver so violently and angrily that its plastic surface almost cracked.

"More like this? You can't even rely on your own brother anymore, because they take advantage of you!" - it was a bitter, sad statement, but every line is true. In the twilight of her life, Buktáné faced the irreversible realization that most of her close relatives simply used her as a doormat and took advantage of her.

He was visited every morning by his only grandchild, his daughter's unemployed literary grandson, who tried to stay afloat with odd jobs, although he was well aware that the current labor market was quite unstable and malleable. Since he did not have meaningful connections or protection, he remained independent and free-thinking, but it did not pay much at all.

"Hello mom!" So tell me? How are you? �" he took a seat on the garden terrace, which with its covered part looked a lot like a conservatory. She was shining with spotless cleanliness.

"Sweet son!" Unfortunately, I have to tell you some sad news! I had to realize that I was left alone, and that fact hurts more than anything else! - she tried not to flinch, turned away and wiped away a significant teardrop with her gnarled, liver-stained, bloody hand, so that her grandson would not see her weakness.

"Oh, dear grandmother!" How can you say such a stupid thing? Why am I here? Because I love you so much, and if this dirty, trashy world collapses overnight, I'll still be here by your side! �" he kindly gave her a clean tissue and then carefully hugged her, so that her grandmother could feel the sincere, real care that she had always had to do without.

"Oh, my sweet boy!" I feel that things are no longer the same as they used to be! I'm not as nimble and agile as I used to be. Many times when I wake up, I am extremely tired, as if I were resting all the time! But what is my life for?!

"Mommy!" You must not think such things! Get it out of your head! Together, with common strength, it is indeed possible to fix broken things!

"But what's the point?" Did you hear the news? - the widow leaned closer to her grandson more confidentially. The young man listened curiously.

"Here, what's wrong?" he drew closer.

Buktáné cleared her throat and then, in a slightly raspy voice, told what she had heard on the phone from one of her sisters living in the countryside.

"And Balázs had a way of avoiding you?" He didn't even bother to come in?! Nice, I can say! A kind of tramp!

"He's like that bull's peasant father, Holdasi!" It also had such a big pot belly that you couldn't even know how it could fit so much food. But this is the height of impudence.

"...And now you're completely excited about such trivial things?" I'm right?!

"It's very bad, because I feel that an important part of my soul has gone to the grave, my sweet son!"

"It's going to be okay Grandma!" I'm asking you not to gossip about anyone, or say don't bother with it, just do what you think is right! You'll see that things will get better by themselves, but you shouldn't be sad about that!

"You see my sweet son!" If your poor father were alive now, he would say the same thing! You look a lot like him! Your hearts are equally noble! he patted his grandson's face. - Are you hungry? I baked some honey jerboa if you want?

"That sounds really tempting... it's just that you know soon... I have to go..."

"It's always this mad rush, haste!" People are constantly rushing, nervous, and have no time for anyone or anything! Where is the world going like this?! But if you want to go, I won't hold you back.

The young man kissed the widow's wrinkled forehead goodbye and left, just as quietly inconspicuously as he had entered.

Mrs. Buktáné decided to read the latest volume of the scandalous autobiographical book about Princess Diana, which a kind neighbor was kind enough to lend her. He took out his six diopter reading glasses and began to scrutinize every letter, line, and sentence. How long ago was the last time you could pick up a real paperback book. The last time he was still a small child, he lived on a farm with his farmer parents.

He felt the caressing tingle of the pleasantly buzzing, half-wooden pages between his crusty fingertips, and as he started, he didn't even notice that if he forgot to read, time really flies. He was tipped off by one of his neighbors, who always used to come to him for small favors, and they got used to helping each other out of mutual favors.

"Hello Marika!" Listen, the only thing is that you should take care of your grandmother for an hour or two, because you must not leave her unattended. Last time, he almost set the kitchen on fire, even though he only wanted to heat up the leftover potato dough in the microwave.

"Of course Gizám, it's only natural!" When to go?

"Well, now would be the best, of course only if it can be solved, I don't want to hold you up!"

- Come on! No problem! I'm leaving now! �" with that, he carefully put the book down, put a small note between the pages as a bookmark, and galloped over to the older great-grandmother next door, who hardly knew anyone anymore, putting on a little neater clothes.

Later, it was time for lunch, and Buktáné again found meaning and purpose in her sad and monotonous life. Again, he warmed up the well-loved potato dough for the old woman in a cheerful, almost changed, and liberated spirit, kindly tied a partedli around her neck, and fed her carefully and understandingly as snacks. When he was done he laid him down. Then he rests for one, at most two full hours, it always refreshes him. When the awakened relatives of the grandmother arrived, they thanked Buktáné for her help, and then everyone went about their business.