Down fell the statue of Goliath

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All Saints' Day is not about mouldering ashes, it is the celebration of living souls. [ ] Since 1956 in Hungary this Christian remembrance is also a Christie celebration: a celebration of the sacrifice that a nation made by cleansing the world's conscience with its spilt blood, and, taking up arms with bare chest, proclaiming that Sin has no real power. Because those fresh dead, above whose makeshift street graves the candles are kindled, shamed the sceptics, who did not believe in the indomitable freedom of the soul, and filled with jubilation the believers, who knew that one day the quiet but unbroken resistance of the soul will be capable of making the greatest blood sacrifice and renunciation.
The believers were right. A small and poor nation undertook this sublime and unsurpassable sacrifice [ ]. We must see and praise the order of providence that the Hungarian freedom fight ended on that day. All Saints' Day, which is not about mouldering bodies, but the celebration of... Tovább

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All Saints' Day is not about mouldering ashes, it is the celebration of living souls. [ ] Since 1956 in Hungary this Christian remembrance is also a Christie celebration: a celebration of the sacrifice that a nation made by cleansing the world's conscience with its spilt blood, and, taking up arms with bare chest, proclaiming that Sin has no real power. Because those fresh dead, above whose makeshift street graves the candles are kindled, shamed the sceptics, who did not believe in the indomitable freedom of the soul, and filled with jubilation the believers, who knew that one day the quiet but unbroken resistance of the soul will be capable of making the greatest blood sacrifice and renunciation.
The believers were right. A small and poor nation undertook this sublime and unsurpassable sacrifice [ ]. We must see and praise the order of providence that the Hungarian freedom fight ended on that day. All Saints' Day, which is not about mouldering bodies, but the celebration of living souls. From now on whichever way the good or bad fate of Hungary turns, the peoples of the world, remembering the living souls of the dead at the graveside, will remember those Hungarian men, women and youths, students, workers, soldiers, peasants and writers, who with their blood sacrifice bore witness to the eternal freedom of these souls.
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Hungarian poetry is richly sprinkled with prophetic texts. "Not multitudes, but souls and people free conjure miracles" proclaimed Dániel Berzsenyi 150 years ago. [ ] Another poet. Gyula Illyés, with a premonition of disaster and terror, in the darkest days of Hitler's war wrote: "For mere chilling horror cannot chill us, the merely murderous cannot kill us". How good it is to have these lines that collate the meaning of the October freedom fight and the onetime confession of those who died in action!
László Cs. Szabó, "Mourning and Apotheosis" (Translated by Elizabeth Szász) Vissza