Nicholas Josika Abafi The text will be looked after Thomas Zsuzsanna Page 2 2 TABLE who in his youth he traveled Dan-, Norveg-, English-, Franc- and Spain. the 52 Mykola old Miklos, who in his face at all times cheerful, comfortable. Abafi (). Miklós Jósika, (28 April Turda – 27 February Dresden) was a Hungarian soldier, requires proofreading. If you are confident enough in your fluency of English and Hungarian, please feel free to join this translation. Search for jobs related to Abafi miklos josika english translation or hire on the world’s largest freelancing marketplace with 15m+ jobs. It’s free to sign up and bid.
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In the middle of the village visible gray walls of a former princely mansion story time stood intact. The building has two wings is still high, which is one of the gate open during high vault; the other two sides ruin the present, and only rakhelyiil hasznaltatik.
This One of the corners show one or two existing walls of the restaurant, which Martinusius George was killed and cast out of the window, where several members of atrophied time unburied.
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The beautiful village located west end was a small, simple village house, dark, semi whitewashed walls, how many are now off-road villages, soon shall see. High, sharp Fodele, meters covered with shingles chimney, porch just one and a half cubits wide, and the narrow lane leads Stairs shapeless pieces of wood Irom an ill-fitted together well. On the porch, which is roughly negyszegu carved beams supported the right was half open fahombar, Fodele kendercso- Mocha overloaded; right next to a badly abroncsolt barrel, with lime, review the contents were divided Dongen; left bench, movable feet thick; In addition to the door, which is a German in the room on the other side, and a pair of low kendertilo szekecske.
Too these elhintett oats and barley kemels hens and chicks grabbing. In simple Brvniste residential fence circling szakait some time and bad neighbors grates boggling. The left udvarka meters covered with straw shed next door and wagon false color stretched out; beyond a rick of hay and two jsoika stale, grunting and sometimes sticks their nose with residents.
The building consisted of three rooms and an atrium, at the end of the absfi in the kitchen hidden in smoke remote area. Because it does not present a fire place and fire pot, not around it’s busy housekeeper not likeness; only one or two pots, wooden spoons and stuff like that depended more beautiful mess walls. The kitchen opening on the left one room of the house maid, an old woman lived. The right side consisted of two rooms: The spacious side yard was good; a large open fireplace and furnace simultaneously occupy almost engoish part.
With opposite rough, bloody embroidered pillows fathoms cast nyoszolya and based on which the former sometimes gaudy paint traces appeared. The two rings inlaid. In addition to painted wall with window boxes Onasi, whimsical shaped sideboard and a few wooden chairs stood; wall opposite the door long oak table space. All mediocre village exemption from the uncomfortable situation shows the house owners. Tanner woman, the widow of Timar Istok lord, the former village clerk, judge whether residential one son, Timar Miska, who present hazakeriilven after three years of study, around the house things, sleeping and sometimes a visit to the village pub “The lame cocoa proceed ‘ poured or lounging in time.
Her tall, lean, agile old, sloe eyes dark and very smart face.
What are the usual folds carved sixty years on, sat on the hearth fire place; dark blue head scarf Foden long bracket down to, at the top of his shirt, which betray contaminate the approach of the Sabbath, Page 5 5 black eng,ish vest shoulder or arm had sex; skirt similar color protected front haziva- szonbol made kototol, whose purity was strange contrast to the rest of the eglish to the mlklos kinezesevel. Xbafi features, restless ears approximate reasoning and the multiple window gyanittattak, that someone is waiting.
His son, Mike, huszevii, common-faced boy, one crate painted on his face. You meet him staring gray eyes, pouting lips were englush. Dressed in coarse blue flannel pants and sleeveless dolman was similar colored material.
Zsiga poor lost forever! What should I do? Kilencevu boy is not so easily be lost. Moreover, the child’s eye, if you deliberately volatile in the house! Maybe it would be to abafj long last.
But I fear getting lost in the woods somewhere, or a wolf and eat it, ehhel or fish. Hey, boy, your soul will be poor child! I was not looking so diligently, as should be. Mike annoyed getting up the tulip cupboard. Tue to remember our day, the ralegyintett guzsallyal, would not you say, “It does not take forever! This would do happen at any moment. Miska not ashamed, walk through the woods together again, and inquire about the countryside. The house looked grinning heir money.
The old konnyebbedni appearances. While his son has gone back to the fireplace hearth took place, continued nected weaving. No worries little surprised kiklos the old man; Zsiga was not a small child.
Four years ago, late autumn evening came to a beautifiil young lady, small Zsiga By; it entrusted the little one’s care. Since then, several times appeared and never empty-handed and always promises Tekken; which, as from time to time have been met, the old man were ready cash. Who was father of young children, and a mother, no consciousness.
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Deep secrets to float birth; but sbafi suffering vedelyes love, englidh is now transferring woman lodged Zsiga harbors the small, easy to be included in the to get to know his mother, who may be the views of his son. Do not spare any exhaustion; get cold, heat, hunger and thirst to suffer: Spirit, escape in time to be alone, you elegiilten; because – say involuntary outbursts tears that were about szegyenleni semblance – the fate of her to stand alone Among living waves, noise tordeljenek szirtkeblen and review results for Ellen to know everything; you know what a need to refiise life, but not a lot, not sziiksegtelent.
The old man watching listening to the peculiar educational principles, half suspecting half will not impressed spirit them; Supposing he himself, partly vonzodasbol charming child, which is onkeny- failure caused, partly haszonvagybol, from which he did not go all the way: Around the house they share in all things: The two old horse he He brought mostly watered, and this time picking up where one’s back, where another, often adventuring party limit with them, sometimes with dust and sweat fodve this lovaglasbol no small Revenge of the zsembelodo guardian mother home.
The sheep of his orze and sometimes spent days with forest edges or the lush grass undulating pastures. Miska came home after the old man was not so careful kirekesztoleg gyamfia moreover, although this somewhat steal the hearts of consciousness itself, and innocent enyelgeseivel and sometimes also josikx entertainers csinjaival old man.
The child was more serious than fun; but just szivomledeseinek rarity and enyelgesinek making them erdekesbekke. All I did was deeply felt. And if tutelary mother sometimes, though rarely, jumped neck: Enyelgeseinek is almost peculiar expressions were those beyond early.
This is the old pre-created all fojthatlan compassion towards gyamfia. Furthermore, can suffer harm the welfare of the small By intestines, although sometimes squinting eyes resting on it, and the child’s mother suspected not lose sight of the gifts; but nevertheless was more bitter than permissive.
Guardian of the child’s mother one day just now, as this family megismerkedenk eleven Juha and sent him three goats graze the edge of the forest. Late in the evening the sheep came seeds return; old son immediately, out-sex karvagy szetvillanasat sardonic face badly fbdozhete, sent him afterwards.
Mike went to look or not to look, she knows; but annoyed and grumbling with back in the morning, without the child. The old stuff seems to take very heart. While small gyamfiu daily latkoreben gap, no idea how much you love or accustomed; Now having lost, bitterness nehezkedek restless heart, first love toward the infant, secondly worry if visszakivanja mother, and all of them in addition to the income of non-small decrease lubrication.
Because sometimes it was a little food wage Zsiga Eurofound uphold the poor family. Restless went in the old: Lost not a supporter of the child; that it was a very spirited and grains. Or so lost, which at that time still Flight lanabb lots oblozeteiben neither rare nor csudas was not, or could onszandeka on leave, which is doubly insulting the old man with the soothing consciousness to rise to not given.
This dubious pondering, this onbatoritas, seemingly hesitation between hope and expectation in a quarter of an hour passed after the other; Night had hastened to the king’s quarters of the day, with some faint ray lovellve up in the hills above the forehead; He returned to the village herd roared round porfellegtol nyezve and Ave-rang on the gray castle ercnyelve s not even Sarah, for the old man, no neighbor, who went to the Zsiga foUceresesere, did not come back; Mike is also a good time to already departed.
The evening gloom usual attendant, duplicate tremor koriilfoga REM old pictures of the breasts, pain and embarrassment hata heart. It seems now as if his ward small really should lose, tears and heart rate Haga lashes; together in hands gornyedezo One of the grave situation crate sitting quietly, sometimes singing hallatva complaints.
Victor Hugo I heard the pitter-patter slow yard and grind the poor leckapunak. The old one-two domestic dog After barking stopped, and the sound of nyiszorgast by almost animal laugh mondhat- we provided and those loyal animal friend udvezel. The old man awakened. He HoU, Miska or sari! Do you not hear? After a minute or two tall figure of a woman entered the room. Notable features of the east, and keeping a nice arm sliding stature, so it was quite a surprise appearance.
Peaked cap on his head resting on the Red, which almost reached the end of dipping his shoulder; Encircling the narrow black premzet foveget, from which long, more Retba out and two handsome, rich pans roll forming rabbit hair down atfonva scarlet ribbon; short waist, body needing mentecske Foden dark green, narrow, small and rare lanckesziilettel buttons. During this difficult selyemszovetii skirt reached down well above the ankle, and the small narrow Funds saffian red river around.
Light sheet was draped over his shoulders, and beautiful mivu dagger, one jaszpmarkolattal green, and two winged arrow pierced scaled szijovebe; light hand enyelgett whip. The beautiful lady standing in the middle of the room, and leemelven arch shoulders, made it a the table, and fireplace hearth sat down.
His face darkened cloud restless waiting; sometimes the door I look toward the patch padlatot flailing whip. Soon he entered the old man. We have not been squeezed my heart to invite you, good man! Tanner stood speechless in front of the woman, about tanakodva covers what you need to do is love. Apparently he wants to say. It was striking gender erokodesnek the face, and tendons almost part two.
Why do you stand in front of me as if you were off the floor nailed? What does this sepulchral silence, this coward szanandolag expression, which is saying anything, the blood in my veins fagylalni start? Woman, the skies tell what it is? Leave a comment The old man sank to his knees in fi-ont of him, and put together dry hands, picking up garbage on it.
Pain, fear and express deep bitterness were engraved on the face, but could not speak. What did you say, what you could say! As knelt in fi-ont of the statue dismayed woman out huge furiosity hatal- leigezve eglish was punched hands in fiont of him, eyes blazing obleikbol hatch, Szederjesi lips, a mikoos Tysiphone.
Ah, there is no name that ought against thee, nyu- traffic executioner, terrible, let me know!