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course.  In  1973  I  was  sent  to  Moscow  for  an  eight-week
            language  course  in  the  summer,  which  turned  out  to  be  for
            Russian teachers, but the older colleagues laughed and said that
            now it was the young people's turn, because they had already
            lived on Sábolovka Street enough, and explained how you need
            to prepare what you need to take there in order to survive the
            eight weeks in a quality way. They were wrong. I enjoyed my
            visit to the Soviet Union from the first day to the last.
            Although my Russian language skills did not improve much, I
            got to know the Soviet world and its bleak future. As the train
            headed inland, I felt myself drifting away from something that
            radiated confidence to me. I had already been to England, and I
            saw  no  sign  that  soviet  world  would  be able  to  win  with  the
            vigour and talents that I had experienced in Moscow and other
            cities.  Moreover,  in  advance  I  regretted  the  time  lost,  the
            continuous increase in backwardness that my country suffered.
            The harsh reality of power could be felt everywhere and was
            unquestionable. After traveling by train for several days, they
            immediately took us to the university and gave us the things to
            study: 14 books to read and many language books and were told
            that we would start the next day at 9 a.m. here and there. We
            started to get scared. We occupied our apartment in the block
            building on Sábolovka Street, a quiet and peaceful street, and
            watched  how  the  teachers  of  other  nations  behaved.  The
            Bulgarians  definitely,  since  they  know  Russian  the  best,  the
            Czechoslovaks  were  lost  in  themselves,  in  1968  they  lived  a
            little  what  the  Hungarians  did  after  1956,  the  Poles  radiated,
            always  ready  to  sing,  everything  went  with  them,  the
            Yugoslavs, who dressed a little differently, a little acting more
            casually and making everyone feel that they don't belong here.
            We  shared  an  apartment  I  was  in  with  two  other  Hungarian
            young Russian teachers and a few dozen cockroaches. The next
            day at the university, they said that there would be no education
            classes, that there was some kind of symposium at a big lecture
            hall,  and  that  we  would  go  there  to  be  the  audience.  Good



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