Móra Ferenc - Sohase volt good az a large sietség - Válogatott elbeszélések

Ferenc Móra is still our most popular classical writer. He owes his unbroken popularity to his inexhaustible love of storytelling, his magical vocabulary and his inimitable, laugh-out-loud humor. He is the indefatigable wizard of weaving stories and writing, whether it is about childhood experiences, anecdotes or fabulous stories. In this volume, we have collected parts of his stories that make the reader smile, which are woven through by his quiet, kind serenity; the selector's intention "thinks" these stories fit us.
With a sure hand, Ferenc Móra formulates truths that are still current, almost eternally valid, about us, ordinary, simple people, and about the big people in power, in his own special way imprinting in our memory that the former are not so "small" and that those who seem big are mostly not are also so "big". In fact.

"Well, ma'am, you'll get there. Are the rollers fired yet?"
They were both baked and cooled. Get out a knife quickly, because your dog-headed friend is about to leave.
Knife sharpening is always a human thing. A skilled person can clatter the knife on the stone in such a way that the third neighbor is also eaten up with envy because of what they cut with it. And Pali the slipper was such a very clever man that the woman could hardly understand a word from him to Ali Eggplant when he rustled up in front of the house in his celebratory caftan.
Good lady, does my friend, the honest István Pál Páli, live here, and is he really waiting for me, his unworthy friend?
Wait, good man, because he's very hungry, he hasn't eaten the Turkish steak this year.
What are you talking about, you imperfect fruit of a cursed womb?
Don't you hear, you fool, that he is grinding the knife in the pantry? First of all, he cuts off those two big hairy ears of yours, God forgive him for his bad taste!
Hey, let him carry you on his cell! - the Turk shouted to himself and took the bun out of Latrán Street without thinking.
Don't you don't! - the woman cooed to herself, and Pali the slipper jumped out of the chamber with the big crooked knife in his hand.
Are you in a bad mood, lady?
Break out a handkerchief with your devil-bred friend! Didn't Kend see that he picked up the two fried dumplings in the kitchen and ran away with them?
Hey, don't let your beggar fall for that bit of pitch that fell from under Mahomed's arm! - the Pali snapped at the Ali, furiously twirling the sword blade in his hand.
He had almost reached the end of the street, because the Turk was out of breath. He even tilted his head back a little, to see if that slob was just pretending?
Just at least one! - the gyaur raised his knife as soon as he noticed that the Turk had a negotiating intention. - God bless him, take the other one home in peace, but I'll carry one behind me if I live that long!
The black-figured angels Harut and Marut will eat you! - roared the Turk, who now clearly saw that his Hungarian friend was a genie living in human flesh. He kicked himself first and jumped through the castle gate with the rest of his strength."