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Of August, teacher Dr. Peter Novak took out a strange official letter from his apartment building mailbox, which in recent years - quite regularly - they tried to open up, and the retired janitor always had to bite the ear if the apartment community wanted him to fix it. existing maintenance related errors.

The case deserves attention if only because in the last five to ten years, mail has rarely arrived, after all, everything has been delivered in electronic, digital form in the majority of cases. He lost his wife a long time ago, and his grown-up children and grandchildren were almost never interested in him either.

Dr. Antal Novak is a respected and respected literary critic , writer , poet , translator , librarian , retired teacher who knows what , for the most part of his days he lived in total solitude for four hours , suddenly he did not take notice of the times from lis m u l action. Why not! How silly to keep counting those damned seconds! Sooner or later , a person will feel when his body can no longer bear the physical and mental stress and finally give up the key.

So that no one thinks that Dr. Novak was not up-to-date and knowledgeable about world affairs! She tried to read almost everything to the last letter in the local small book store , where young , young , university girls in their twenties welcomed her as if they had to deal with their own grandfather. If it was necessary to search for any article or literature-related study on the Internet , three or four of them at the same time, grinning and with a special radiant joy, rushed to the help of the old , slightly bent - backed elder , who he began to speak in such a lyrical , somewhat rumbling , tenor voice , so that wherever he set foot , the people there inevitably had to listen to Prof. and to his words.

when Dr. Novák shuffled to the elevator in his dressing gown and took out the letter with an official envelope from his mailbox on the ground floor , it almost immediately hit him in the head that more than he has worked his entire life , and now it seems that some force wants to siphon off his money , which he has accumulated bitterly over the years.

He could almost hear him opening the envelope from the perforations in his carefully furnished study with large pruning shears , then very carefully, looking at him , he had already started reading the letter, which was decorated with the ornate coat of arms of the dean's office, and in which he was asking to finally be awarded an honorary doctorate, after he had seized almost every opportunity during the past thirty years so that he would not receive it even by chance no official recognition or award!

- What do they think of themselves anyway?! - he asked aloud , and then he tore the given official paper fiber into small pieces with comical slowness. - You could turn paper into better things! - he noted, then returned to his daily routine.

Later , one of the neighbor 's teenagers rang the doorbell in front of his front door. He would have liked to send her away. According to Már jó , nineteen years old is considered a small pension. Now you really deserve that damned rest. But in times of such high inflation , when it is still fundamental food is also considered extremely expensive , especially for the wallets of pensioners , but it is only good if a little bit of monthly breast é kes

He took a robe and a mammoth again and hobbled out into the first room to look through the peephole, who could it be?

He almost meticulously measured the slightly arrogant, conceited, young face, which still looked into the world with big dreams, and maybe even bigger hopes, and made a big deal of the resounding speeches that: a secure livelihood would always be necessary!

Now Dr. Novak spoke out with a strong, rumbling voice , to see if he could scare this milk - mouthed slob with his gel hair and old ears.

- What do you order, young man? he asked in an almost hostile tone.

- Good morning, dear teacher! - greeted the old man in a friendly manner. - I would like to ask for your help! - he approached , as if he was not usually scared to death by the knowledge that he could meet such a large person

- Forgive me, my young friend, but I haven't taken on apprentices for quite some time! If you want, could I recommend it to a few colleagues? - I wish he would leave alone this small - looking teenager, who seemed to be completely unhinged.

- Then I'll wait... - he answered with confident determination, as if he had already expected exactly that the scholar with an eccentric reputation would not let him in easily.

usual daily routine included coffee with milk and some baked goods , although recently his family doctor prescribed him a strict cholesterol -free diet and some cholesterol - lowering drugs, to which his answer in each case was that he should definitely think hard about what he can buy for himself and what he should neglect with his small pension. So , as soon as he left the dirty, dilapidated doctor's office , he carefully folded the medical prescriptions into the trash can and kept only those that were vital from the point of view of his health. it was considered a new mine.

, he stealthily looked out the peephole again and after it was well past nine o'clock in the morning he finally sat down and asked him again , what could this teenage scumbag want?

casually , but with a melancholic look around him :

- Order, dear colleague! How can I help? - he asked softly , with a hint of acerbity.

- Good morning, teacher! You don't remember me do you? asked the boy with curious eyes.

, my dear friend , but unfortunately my memory is bad... - which is hard to believe was his excuse , because he could memorize a lot of poems and prose writings.

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- THE! Of course! - he offered his hand , but it still took a long time before he identified his old schoolmate. - Just go inside and eat calmly! What are you up to? - now he was at least as curious about this adolescent young man as he had been trying to get rid of him a few minutes before.

- I really don't want to bother the dear teacher unnecessarily! - he began to free himself, because he knew very well that the old man had always been the one to do this.

- Come on, stop babbling! Just come in! Can I offer you something? - he ushered in the door.

- No thank you! I had breakfast recently anyway! - he sat down on one of the dining chairs.

Dr. Novak also took a seat on the other and for a short time they looked at each other with wolf eyes to see if the other wanted this too.

- I was recently accepted to university! - announced the teenager as good news.

- Come on! I congratulate him! And what are the plans for next year?

- Well... I also came to the dear teacher to ask if I could bring some of my writings, because it would be nice to participate organically in the contemporary literary circulation.

The old man even liked this text somehow. It was as if he had suddenly been possessed by some kind of mental energy that spurred activity , stimulating , and mobilizing , from which the person in question already exuded a sense of melancholy and languor. from night to night

- Well, that would be great, my dear friend! - he enthused, secretly expecting that the teenage boy would take his hitherto hidden manuscripts , and when he stopped , the retired teacher suddenly felt a moment of disappointment.

- What else can I do for you? - asked.

- I came to the teacher because I want to ask for advice... about the future... - his request surprised him again and knocked the old man out of a temporary, temporary calm. from b to l. He looked curiously at his former student.

- Well... this topic will be too complicated and lengthy, but let's see what we can do! - he straightened his stiff limbs a little on the chair and began long ramblings about the meaning of life, including philosophical and intellectual topics. When b he after fifty minutes, a little suffocated, he stopped of his own accord, curiously waiting for the young fu's reaction.

- Professor? I thought you would tell me a little about my own life! - he declared, and then, waiting for the old man, he told him almost immediately that after graduation , he would definitely like to go abroad and make a living there, maybe later - if he were to get his finances in order. -, he would accept a relationship with his wife and start a family as well, but of course only in his own way , everything in a nice and orderly way.

- This is a great dear friend! - enthused the old man, as he began to take a few bites of the tea cake left over from yesterday. - Would you like a little tea cake?

- No thank you! Then...? What does the teacher think? he asked a little impatiently.

- Well... difficult question! - he thought. - My advice, my dear friend, is to always listen to your heart, but don't forget your mind! At the same time, be careful and think about who in today's world you trust 100 percent, so you don't get scammed! - He listed a whole series of examples that sound commonplace, but he also made sure to give his former student some of his own solid life wisdom.

It was already towards evening when they finished their long, silent conversation touching on all topics and waved goodbye to each other.

- Don't be angry, dear teacher, that I kept you up until now and stole your precious time! - excused the student , because he valued Novak as a second father.

- Come on, my dear friend! If I can help you in any way, feel free to contact me! - he smiled confidentially and shook hands with the adolescent boy who had fallen to his feet.

Later, the teenage boy went abroad , as he promised himself first of all , but almost every time he had some free time he visited his old favorite teacher and he also introduced his wife and children. And Dr. Novak could have believed that he had suddenly become a new fraud out of nowhere.