Communism -- Hungary; Hungary -- History -- Revolution, 1918-1919 -- Personal narratives; Tormay, Cécile, 1876-1937 -- Diaries
“Who said that? Arrest him!” And Red Guards and Terrorists rushed
towards the post office. If the postmaster said so, he must be arrested.
But instead of answering them the postmaster called up Budapest, a
Terrorist meanwhile holding one of the receivers. And along the wires
the question rang to Budapest. The answer came at once: “The Government
has resigned, the Soviet exists no longer. Budapest is mad with
happiness.”
The Terrorists glared at each other terror-stricken, but they did not
arrest the postmaster; instead they went to the Directorate for
instructions. But the Red offices in the town hall were empty and the
comrades had disappeared. Some of them had been suddenly taken ill and
had been obliged to go home. The news rushed along the darkening streets
and in a few seconds it had spread all over the town.
Peace on earth and good-will among men!
The house became too narrow for me. So did the garden. A violin was
being played next door, sobbing to the accompaniment of a piano. Then,
in spite of ourselves, we all burst into the forbidden, outlawed,
Hungarian hymn. We just stood and sang, and the National Anthem went up
in that summer night, to the starlit firmament.
Below, in the dark, on the other side of the street, noiseless dark
figures slunk away. In the light streaming from open windows the
neighbours stood bareheaded. They were praying too.
CHAPTER XV
_August 2nd._
The shepherd’s flute sounded slowly through the breaking morning. I felt
disappointed; my elation had passed; my mind was still racked with
anxiety. Everything seemed the same in the streets: the red flag was
still floating over the county hall, the Red soldiers were leaning out
of the guard-room window just as they had done during the victories of
the Dictatorship of the Proletariat over the Czechs. A schoolmaster who
lived near by was walking in his shabby Sunday coat towards the
teachers’ Communist school. What has happened? The gates of the prison
are open: are the captives afraid to leave it?
A little boy took his red, white and green toy flag from above his bed
and waved it out of the window. A man in the street shouted at him
threateningly.
About noon the wife of a neighbour came, bearing alarming news: they
want to arrest Aladár Huszár. He went to the teachers’ Communist school
and distributed ribbons with the national colours and made a speech to
the teachers. When Comrade Weiss, the examining Commissary, arrived, the
National Anthem was filling the place. In his fury Comrade Weiss tore up
all the teachers’ certificates. The Jewish teachers stood by him, while
the Hungarians left the place with Huszár, singing the National Anthem.
Outside Red guards met them and tore the national colours off all of
them.
So when Aladár Huszár came home we hoisted a huge red, white and green
flag on the house.
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