Originally published in and now rediscovered to international acclaim, this taut and exquisitely structured novel by the Hungarian master Sandor Marai. Marai Sandor a Gyertyak Csonkig Egnek. 19 likes. Book. Márai Sándor. A gyertyák csonkig égnek – a Marosvásárhelyi Spectrum Színház vendégjátéka. Drama. CONTINUE TO TICKETS. Videó bezárása.

Author: Kazizragore Zuzilkree
Country: Bolivia
Language: English (Spanish)
Genre: Medical
Published (Last): 18 March 2005
Pages: 249
PDF File Size: 6.32 Mb
ePub File Size: 10.41 Mb
ISBN: 402-5-88910-283-7
Downloads: 55891
Price: Free* [*Free Regsitration Required]
Uploader: Bagor

Otras ediciones – Ver todo Embers: The General took out the letter, carefully smoothed the paper, set his glasses on his nose and placed the sheet under the bright light to read the straight short lines of angular handwriting, his arms folded behind his back.

As if the room had been tailored to his body.

The carriage and harness are to be cleaned immediately. The General went into his room, washed his hands, and stepped over to his high, narrow standing desk; arranged on its surface of unstained green felt were pens, ink, and a perfectly aligned stack of those notebooks covered in csonkiig oilcloth commonly used by schoolchildren for their home- work.

All you are to say is that I have sent you, and the carriage for the Captain is waiting.

Between the columns of the veranda, which exuded a musty smell from its damp flagstones, his gamekeeper was standing waiting for him, holding a letter. The mail went to the estate manager”s office, to be sorted and dealt with by one of the stewards. And he is to wear full-dress livery. egne

Embers is a classic of modern European literature, a work whose poignant evocation of the past also seems like a prophetic glimpse into the moral abyss of the present. There was a calendar hanging on the wall. The first part is exceptional in its descriptions and characterizations of people and situations many of which you would like to memorize.

Many years ago–he thought only in decades, anything more exact upset gyertyxk, as if he might be reminded of things he would rather forget–he had had the wall between the two rooms torn down.

And then, politely, “If she”d be so kind. And they will return to the time the three of them last sat together following a hunt in the nearby forest–a hunt in which no game was taken but during which something was lost forever.


This book has some eloquent truths: Propping his elbows on the desk like a student at his studies, he went back to staring anxiously at the letter with its brief handwritten message. Its fist-sized numbers showed August The Landau, because there”s rain in the air. On the other side of the closed blinds, in the scorched, withered garden, summer ignited a last blaze like an arsonist setting the fields on fire in senseless fury before making his escape.

Both distances csonkkg off exactly. Years passed without him setting foot in the other wing of the castle, in which salon after salon opened one into the next, first green, then blue, then red, all hung with gold chandeliers. Eighteen paces from the wall on the garden side to gyertyka balcony.

In a secluded woodland castle an old General A Gyertyak Csonkig Egnek. Seventeen paces from the door to the bed. In a secluded woodland castle an old General prepares to receive a rare visitor, a man who was once his closest friend but who he has not seen in forty-one years. Recently he had been talking to himself even when he was alone in the room.

Very difficult to rate. The gamekeeper, still frozen to attention, watched him, unblinking, and waited until the thickset, broad-shouldered figure disappeared around the turn of the stone balustrade. It had once been two rooms, a bedroom, and a dressing room. After this a long monologue of the For decades now, since he had moved into this wing of the building, and torn down the dividing wall, this large, shadowy chamber had replaced the two rooms.

The room had a vaulted ceiling, supported csokig a central column. Then the General raised his hand, as if he had just thought of something else, and he looked up at the ceiling but didn”t say anything and went upstairs to the second floor.

He crumpled the letter into his pocket. Originally published in and now rediscovered to international acclaim, this taut and exquisitely structured novel by the Hungarian master Sandor Marai conjures the melancholy glamour of a decaying empire and the disillusioned wisdom of its last heirs. His neck reddened and bulged over the maize-yellow collar of his jacket. Cdonkig swayed, then sat down in the leather armchair with its worn back.


A gyertyák csonkig égnek – a Marosvásárhelyi Spectrum Színház vendégjátéka

He had gone there at first light, and it was past eleven o”clock before he had finished drawing off the wine and returned home. Taking the letter and putting it in his pocket, he stepped into the cool of the entrance hall and, without uttering a word, handed the gamekeeper both his stick and his hat.

The castle had been built two hundred years earlier by an army supplier who sold oats to the Austrian cavalry and in course of time was promoted to csonki nobility. When he went out, it was to the cellars or into the forest or–every morning, rain or shine, even in winter–to the trout pond. The General looked up at the ceiling and counted: In the middle of the desk stood a green-shaded lamp, which the General switched on, as the room was dark.

A gyertyák csonkig égnek – a Marosvásárhelyi Spectrum Színház vendégjátéka | Jegymester

This is the story of 2 childhood friends who had not seen each other for 41 years. Then put on your livery, and seat yourself next to Kalman on the coachbox.

The windows in the south wing gave onto the park with its chestnut trees that stood in a semicircle in front of protruding balustrades held up by fat stone angels, and bowed down over the balconies in spring in all their dark-green magnificence, lit with pink flowering candles. On the little table within reach of his hand was a little silver bell, which he rang.

He removed a pair of spectacles from his cigar case, went over to the window where csoniig insinuated itself through the ghertyak of the blinds, and began to read.

The General recognized the handwriting. Embers Sandor Marai Vista previa restringida – Only the column holding up csnkig central vault remained. You too,”he said with unexpected force, as if suddenly angered.