Kálmán Mikszáth

Summary

Kálmán Mikszáth Heathen Master Filcsik

Nothing does her any good; the voice of the man whom she loved is painful to her; it were better he were not walking at her side and would leave her to herself; the bed is hard; in vain it is made of silk and soft feathers, in vain do the servants fix it and repeatedly put it in order.
How well would it be if she could lie at home beneath the paternal roof, however poor that home, beside the capacious stove, and she could hear at the open window the voice of the evening bells of Majornok, and if her cold feet were covered with the famous fur cloak of her father.
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Kálmán Mikszáth Heathen Master Filcsik

The old man was without his fur cloak and yet he felt no cold.
One thought warmed him within, in that place where other men have their hearts but where, according to general belief, providence had substituted in him a stone.
Since that time he has had no fur cloak. But for all that he speaks of it as if he still possessed it. He brags of it, he bets on it.
Men know the fact already and were they not afraid of his vituperative proclivities they would laugh at him; as it is, they don't concern themselves about him. God, men, have turned from him because he is a godless, unchristian fellow.
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Kálmán Mikszáth Heathen Master Filcsik

After all, the mighty judge who ruled over all the county, was compelled to return without the bootmaker.
But the judge had not in vain a hoary veteran Michael Suska, for his body servant, who concocted a shrewd plan to attain the end desired.
"Gracious Sir! I know this man Filcsik. He would run after us just as a little pig will run after a sack from which corn is dropping, if—"
"Well, what? speak up!"
"If we would steal his fur cloak. His life and death depend upon that cloak. He is a very peculiar man—"
"Well, then, see to it that his cloak is stolen away!"
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