OUTSTANDING QUESTIONS

BE DECIDED - Baby! Enough of the game! Try it! You can't be late! Grandmas are coming soon! - the still pretty, filigree mother urged her "big son" who was graduating from high school very impatiently. - Your father is also very excited! - she tried to encourage her only son, because - these days - they didn't get along too well with his old man.

" Well , that 's all I was missing! " he thought. With the law! Why did he have to sign up for an old- fashioned dance group , so that the whole school would laugh at him in baggy black pants and a vest with folk embroidery?!" - just thinking about this one unpleasant fact made his stomach clench with reality. , and he was overcome by a violent feeling of nausea, which gradually became more and more unbearable and unbearable as the hour of departure approached.

- Mommy? Where is this child now? He's about to be late! Damn key! - poisoned the father, who was trying to take a video camera with a borrowed no way to film your only son's big day. He literally stormed into his son's nursery, where his son was playing with the most modern computer games, and seemed to be watching the whole world from above.

- What about you? Come on, move! Grab your swollen ankles! It's going to be the big day of your life! - while the video camera was turned on, he was perhaps even a little happy that he could joke around and make fun of his " big brother" to his heart 's content.

- I'm almost ready! Calm down! - he tried to calm his nervous father , who had been on the ceiling for a long time. - Dad! Can you help me tie this damned tie? - he asked fearfully , because he knew that his father never used to help him , unless his temperamental and stubborn mother exerted a little pressure on him.

- Ask your mother! He will solve it! So! One or two he! Move it! - he gave the instruction in a cracking voice, then immediately stormed out of the children's room with the camera, like an excited child who had just acquired a new toy.

There was still a good twenty to twenty-five minutes left until the ceremony. But the students who appeared in my show knew that they had to arrive much earlier , because their preparatory teachers still insist on certain forms and styles oh so

- Mom! Would you help me tie this crappy tie! God doesn't succeed! - he would have most willingly tied himself to the first lamppost just to escape this unlucky day, but he owed it to his classmates and teachers as well that once he started, he would at least finish it properly. Anyway? What will you tell your children and grandchildren about later? How much of a rabbit was he? No! That's out of the question!

- Oh dear! I thought your father would help! Bela! Why don't you help the child?! - the pretty woman put her hands firmly on his hip. - Come on , because we 're late!

The deathly excited father, fumbling with the video camera, finally just gave in and tied the tie around his son's neck.

- One day you could really learn to tie a tie , my sweet boy! And if my mother and I don't have a wedding anymore , who will marry us?! - he asked the question boringly, because part of his successful manipulation and psychological technique was fear and, above all , creating a sense of guilt. - That's it! It 's ready!

- Thank you! Then... I'm in a hurry... - the teenage guy didn't bother anyone , and he already walked out the front door to put on his patent leather Italian shoes and press the elevator call button a t.

so that he would n't waste even more time , he hoped. Today will be the big day that he will confess his love, even if this goddamn garbage world is destroyed , or by an earthquake , or by an erupting volcano , or by everyone standing upside down _ _ He finally confesses to Kriszta , and maybe he can pocket the first real , romantic kiss , which - if he had been a little more pressing - he could have received at the party after the ribbon-cutting ceremony, but he doesn't want to be disrespectful to be. After all, Kriszta is a fantastic girl! And he's so cute, kind, and he always treated her properly, and what's more important, he never embarrassed her!

"Don't worry about anything! After all, what can happen! At most, he will send you to Kukutyin! Which, let's face it, would be quite pathetic and humiliating!" - bittersweet thoughts ran through his mind the whole time, while he also had to memorize the text of János Arany's long poem in order to remember each stanza exactly.

In the meantime , in the midst of the celebration , the starting and graduating classes marched in order , in goose - stepping, to the end of the congo , echoing corridor.

- F**k it! I was late! he stated when he got there. He walked down the central corridor, which led past the faculty rooms, and miraculously bumped into his own graduating classmates, who were quite surprised at the moment.

- Hi Balazs! Nope, nope! We thought you weren't coming! - said a couple.

- To miss the big party of the century! That's all it takes! - he casually threw it over his shoulder, as if nothing could go wrong, but in fact he was so nervous that he could almost hear how furiously his heart was pounding in his chest, as if it wanted to escape immediately.

Finally he saw Kriszta. She was such a hot bombshell. She deliberately cut her honey blonde hair short and left it wavy as she applied minimal make - up , and her burgundy lipstick made her look as sexy as possible. he is also ready to flirt with his thin fingers. Her fiery auburn eyes could really see into a person 's kidneys, not to mention the fact that she wore provocative, black strappy , stiletto heels with her burgundy, revealing dress, which also turned the boy on fire until

- Hi Balazs! It's so good that you're here too... - two kisses followed on the cheek.

- Oh... yes... great... gorgeous... - he just babbled, huffed and puffed. He was not able to find a single suitable Hungarian wife. He felt an electric current running through his chubby , pitiful old rubber body , and as if some invisible magnetic, cosmic energy had made him kiss this angelic goddess who had come down to earth. But when? And where? Their incessantly troubled thoughts chased each other. As the rowdy column of his classmates moved on, he decided to stand in the back row , because he knew that he was an anarchistic , antisocial , and slightly sociopathic class leader. he certainly does n't like the fact that he's putting on a show , even though he should humbly and humbly hide in the background.

- Sorry, Old Man! - he joined the line after the last boy and carefully took his shoulder.

"Sevas mate..." the guy whispered back to him.

After completing the mandatory forms , Balázs had to rush to the spacious schoolyard , which was well - maintained in the meantime , which is a huge _ it was like a beach with the many concrete walls that surrounded the place of celebration. A spacious, large table was already set up in the courtyard, on which microphones were playing , viz. instead, it was occupied by the board of directors and the elite of the management, while next to the table there were two large speakers and a curvy , horse - wolf guy playing an electric rhythm guitar He strummed a few chords so that he could check the correct tunings on a sure - fire basis.

- Hi buddy! So, what kind of guitar do I have? - with that he already started strumming a few musical chords in the style of Jimmy Hendrix.

- Hi! Congratulations bro! I wish I could get a solo guitar like that! But I hate this big csinadratta and the whole graduation céco! Balázs admitted on his level. _

- Listen, old man! You have nothing to keep from him! I 'm often a lamplighter too! You say your text and think that you only have to do this once here, the rest will be lost in the fog of memory , and the dog won't even remember it! Except for the people present here , of course! - he winked at the couple.

- Thank you very much for the encouragement!

- Will you try the guitar?

- If you can! - with that, he carefully took the electric string from the other hand , and managed to play a couple of chords. - Do you remember *Shout, Shout* for Tears of Fears? It has a f*****g guitar solo at the end of the song. You must have heard it! It really makes you cringe!

- Yes, I cut the scene straight! - took over the guitar and started to play the guitar solo of the characteristic song with natural ease.

- This is it! This is w***e! You should sell this! You are a blood pro!

- Yes! Oh sure! Can you imagine that I can be a professional musician when we graduate?! - the lanky, ponytailed guy was already doubting himself.

- Listen mate! You have to try, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life what about you!

- I am absolutely right about this!

, nine members of the board appeared at the tables, and in the meantime, the graduating class also took their seats in the front row. There was some commotion because Balázs 's parents and relatives wanted to sit in the front rows , where they - understandably - had to leave , and _ if only they could reserve a place for themselves.

The old director already started to grind out the deathly boring festive speech , which was at the same time very topical , intimate , festive , and yet boring , and then Bal á and when he reached the last line of a long poem , it was as if he deliberately wanted to achieve a dramatic effect, even though it was only that he had almost forgotten the text in his heightened fever, but he g jott á didn't even notice the opening.

 

"My foliage is so colorless and my leaves are so sparse;

Here comes the long-lived wanderer, asking for a place to rest ,

He can't find it, he goes on and curses me:

"Never turn green, never bloom!"

But what is the curse,

Even if I wither, I see more and more springs."

 

His small effort was rewarded with a huge round of applause. Even the heads of the class gave him a standing ovation.

Balázs's father was not convinced to record everything exactly with the digital video camera he got , so that he could watch it again and again later , a little calmer and more balanced. it was taken under more difficult circumstances.

A little later , the May rain came , which drove the whole celebratory crowd into the large dining hall , where Balázs also received a smaller gold goblet, with which he was recognized as a poet. and his prose - telling skills , and what he wrote with clenched teeth , because he only tried to stick to the saying: "Success can be just a kind of beneficial misunderstanding! "

- It was great, my treasure! We are so proud of you! - his happy mother kissed him back and forth, while his father just shook hands with him. The two older grandmothers also modestly congratulated them , and then they set off for home.

- Mom! I have to take care of something else... - he blurted out, and as if he had been shot out of a rifle, he immediately started looking for Kriszt with feverish excitement. "I wonder where it can go? " After all , he saw her smiling at him beautifully , radiantly , and then let this happen! "

is the dining room , where the couple is still hanging out. Finally , Balázs stepped out of the high school gate , and that 's when he saw the off -road vehicle into which the first great love of his life was about to enter.

- Krista! Wait! - he tried to scream as loud as he could manage in his mutating throat, then he started running at a frantic pace, breaking through everything and everyone. You can't miss this last opportunity, because what if you can never say again how you feel about him in this momentous moment?

across the road that separated the high school from the other surrounding family houses. He was n't even interested in the fact that several aggressive motorists voiced their loud, obscene displeasure by cursing loudly and honking their horns :

- What's up kid? Do you want to die?!

- Krista! Please... Something... I have to tell you... - out of breath, he stopped in front of the SUV , which had already started its engine. Kriszta also left the hall. Now you could see on his flaming red face , with little make-up, that he was a little warmed up, and it was also seen that he was blushing :

- How do you get here...? - he was so surprised that suddenly he didn't even know to ask.

- Look... I came... to... wow... - he had to blow himself off while running, because he could hardly get any air.

- Hékás... he's calm... he's a breath of fresh air! In and out! - Kriszta also took in and out what seemed like big gulps of air , and when she could feel that they were both taking in the air normally , Balázs finally came up with the big text :

- You have a great influence on me and... I think I LOVE YOU! he snapped.

could n't even speak with her mouth open for a few significant seconds , and then her slightly impatient snobbish mother , sitting next to her , broke the silence.

- My little girl! When will you please finally get into the car so we can finally leave?!

- Mom, please! I'll go after you! - he slammed the open door with that and immediately called Balázs aside among the birch trees, which romanticized a small concrete bridge in front of the high school building.

- Wow! You are nothing Balázs! You never really know what will happen in the next second when you have a hit! - tenderly , emotionally , he pulled her to him and finally , after four and a half years , that certain first kiss clicked.

- Listen, I know I'm not rich and well off like yours , but I'd like you to at least give me a chance to prove it... - answered the bean - eater trembling kisses on the way _

- Oh, you're so cute when you try to be serious! I don't care about money! - he smiled radiantly at her! - How will we live together?! - he asked the logical question at the next moment.

They held hands. Almost immediately , they felt that secret, very pleasant tingle that his almost - lovers felt. They started walking towards Balázsék's apartment. By the time they made their way through the mixed clusters of family houses and condominiums, Balázs's family members were already on the lookout for the fact that they had come to greet the celebrated bachelor, but they were nowhere to be found. Balázs's mother tried to calm everyone's tempers, while his father was still checking the secret settings of the video camera.

- Well! But you came my sweet boy! Look, the prodigal son is back! - he announced in a loud voice, but when he saw that his son was not alone, he was so shocked that he could barely speak.

- Forgive me for being a little late , but I would like to introduce my friend! This is Krista! - it was a little more reassuring that the family members standing close to my grandmother and her parents were so fiery and radiatingly bombastic, a young lady who at this moment seemed a little bewildered.

- Hello! I am Balázs's mother! And they are my grandmother Baláz! - the mother introduced herself. - Do you want to do it for yourself , or do you want to do it yourself? - he asked her.

- If it's okay, then I'd choose to shoot... - he replied timidly, clutching Balázs's hand as if his life depended on it.

in the dining room, decorated with balloons. Still , there were about nine of us, and since everyone was whispering and slurring some small fragments of speech, after a while a noise began to form, which only benefited the young people, because at least they could squeeze each other under the table and his hands. When they were visiting my holiday apartment after midnight , my father drove me home through my grandmother , so at least the Balázses could exchange a few confidential words.

- I am so glad, dear Krista, that you have finally found each other! - the happy mother giggled. - Balázs has been singing odes about you ever since he's known you!

mom... I don't think so... - he bit his words when he looked at his blushing friend.

- No problem, Balázs! I love it when you talk about me... - he gave a light kiss to her ruddy cheek.

- What are your plans for the future? Balázs would like to try Színmúbészet , but Bölcsészet is also not excluded. Kristik, what are your plans? - turned to her son 's friend in confidence , the expectant mother.

- Well... I was thinking about the Faculty of Public Administration, and I would also like to have a small wedding in a seaside environment... - answered the beamer happily.

, this... is really great... but first is further education... - the mother toasted to the essence of things.

Until the father came back from the suburbs, where the two grandmothers lived, they had a pleasant, friendly conversation. In the evening, Kriszta and Balázs stood holding each other 's hands under the street lamp giving off a yellowish, nightmarish light, while the small elements of the night seemed to be gaining strength.

- Thank you for this fantastic day dear! - he leaned closer to kiss her.

- You're very welcome! Thank you for letting me into your heart!

After they both became university students and received their diplomas, they got married the very next day, because they didn't want to wait a single minute longer. They went on their honeymoon to a coastal island, and they felt that the capital and uncertain life was really carrying them in the palm of their hands.