ENGLISH/ANGOL
I don't have to say, but I say that we received wonderful looks.Sure I am the local crone now. Or the loose slut. Et cetera,et cetera.
We stood in the middle of the dancefloor. Appeared familiar as we approached each other, as our aura quivered...as he watched...
- Please...not...not that dance.
His look blurred for a moment,then smiled again. – All right.
It was not slow, but not too with fast pace. So mildly cable-car kind... Easy-going, but somehow buried into each other. As if we would hold each other's hand on a road, and we would follow the other one, while converse, and we would feel something during it ...hey, wait ...what is this? Yes, dance. Very good dance. Pleasant, dizzying,adhesive with itself .The world slowed down around us although everybody was watching us, but this attention was supporting rather. And as he measured, that...sheered me.Not on some perverse manner, no. Reassuringly, encouragingly, that go,go nearer, but I was distrustful always, and I may not have made something else now, then, if this is the attraction, which I felt, during the dance, was exciting somehow... oh let us stand only ...no, we did not stop. Slid, we writhed, we twirled in each other's soul. The space moulten, the music turned into sizzling one, the shapes changed to mass, but we were not giddy...
I tore myself up from him, and towards one of the windows I rushed. I gasped for air, I was not choking though before it. As if I would have contemplated everything vaguely during a dance- not only the seen ones, but the hearing, the feeling, the fragrances were obscure ones, blunt ones for me. I did not drink whisky in the additional part of the evening. I tried to drink vodka, if it succeeded. Pete came next, or what's his name. Petri, come on. It doesn't matter, the essence is that he's the Norwegian guy.
His daily wear wasn't ordinary,you can see, from where he originates. Brought a chair to himself, and sat down beside me.
- What the lizard do you want?
- I thought i become a partner, you appear lonely.
- The fact that there is nobody beside me does not mean that I feel lonely yet. You failed it, son.
- And if I bring some yummy drink?
- You try the same one,than the headmaster. Only if you bring some special one.
- Original Viking mead.
- Sure, that original prescription?
- In fact not Viking, but older. Proto-nordic. –I tried to interpret his look, but as if there would be something hindered in this. Next... I caught it.His strength looked out on me in his full consciousness. Confidently. As if he would exist already very long ago...
I felt that I turn pale slightly, but I blurted it out quickly. –Just bring it.
He brought two big bottles. It was sweet, seemed thick, but was strong palpably. We did not talk to each other very much, only as much as it was needed otherwise. For example, how we feel here, how this evening, like this. No extra. But meanwhile he watched at me, it was creepy.Why, I would be unable to realise it, but I started being cold after a time. Get it, an Icelander...
I decided so after I drank it, I play what I used to, i mean I tell everybody, what I believe about him/her if he/she asks it, if no. But only to Itako I went. I asked her to dance. Oh now, I noticed it,nobody is interested here, if a girl dance slow with a girl. Heeyy it's slow, people!! The fact that you want to do something with the person means things like that theoretically, no?
My dance partner informed me that she is very satisfied with the situation withremarkably compromising face, and as she hugged me, it was not ordinary. I caught a sight above her shoulder of Sinikka, today's evening first. She was in magnificent blue evening one. I would ask it if I would not know that this would not fit to me well, where she got it.
Itako lehellete became boiling. Does she like me really according to these now? Huh. Interesting. Not used to make a pass with girls , but she deserves more somehow. It is obvious about her that she has to got more, she's more valuable one.
Atu and Giang show so,they became friends. They dealt with each other during the whole evening. They have a strange aura, and interesting vibrations are produced when they are together. Something may be from this yet.
That trouble anyway with all of this company, that there are interesting people here,and I would talk with them with pleasure. Separately,that not disturb nobody. But it would be it anyway of course that I want to make friends with them sure then,though no...
HUNGARIAN/MAGYAR
Mondanom se kellene, de mondom, hogy „csodás” tekinteteket kaptunk. Most biztos én vagyok a helyi szipirtyó. Vagy könnyűvérű riherongy. Satöbbi,satöbbi.
I don't have to say, but I say that we received wonderful looks.Sure I am the local crone now. Or the loose slut. Et cetera,et cetera.
We stood in the middle of the dancefloor. Appeared familiar as we approached each other, as our aura quivered...as he watched...
- Please...not...not that dance.
His look blurred for a moment,then smiled again. – All right.
It was not slow, but not too with fast pace. So mildly cable-car kind... Easy-going, but somehow buried into each other. As if we would hold each other's hand on a road, and we would follow the other one, while converse, and we would feel something during it ...hey, wait ...what is this? Yes, dance. Very good dance. Pleasant, dizzying,adhesive with itself .The world slowed down around us although everybody was watching us, but this attention was supporting rather. And as he measured, that...sheered me.Not on some perverse manner, no. Reassuringly, encouragingly, that go,go nearer, but I was distrustful always, and I may not have made something else now, then, if this is the attraction, which I felt, during the dance, was exciting somehow... oh let us stand only ...no, we did not stop. Slid, we writhed, we twirled in each other's soul. The space moulten, the music turned into sizzling one, the shapes changed to mass, but we were not giddy...
I tore myself up from him, and towards one of the windows I rushed. I gasped for air, I was not choking though before it. As if I would have contemplated everything vaguely during a dance- not only the seen ones, but the hearing, the feeling, the fragrances were obscure ones, blunt ones for me. I did not drink whisky in the additional part of the evening. I tried to drink vodka, if it succeeded. Pete came next, or what's his name. Petri, come on. It doesn't matter, the essence is that he's the Norwegian guy.
His daily wear wasn't ordinary,you can see, from where he originates. Brought a chair to himself, and sat down beside me.
- What the lizard do you want?
- I thought i become a partner, you appear lonely.
- The fact that there is nobody beside me does not mean that I feel lonely yet. You failed it, son.
- And if I bring some yummy drink?
- You try the same one,than the headmaster. Only if you bring some special one.
- Original Viking mead.
- Sure, that original prescription?
- In fact not Viking, but older. Proto-nordic. –I tried to interpret his look, but as if there would be something hindered in this. Next... I caught it.His strength looked out on me in his full consciousness. Confidently. As if he would exist already very long ago...
I felt that I turn pale slightly, but I blurted it out quickly. –Just bring it.
He brought two big bottles. It was sweet, seemed thick, but was strong palpably. We did not talk to each other very much, only as much as it was needed otherwise. For example, how we feel here, how this evening, like this. No extra. But meanwhile he watched at me, it was creepy.Why, I would be unable to realise it, but I started being cold after a time. Get it, an Icelander...
I decided so after I drank it, I play what I used to, i mean I tell everybody, what I believe about him/her if he/she asks it, if no. But only to Itako I went. I asked her to dance. Oh now, I noticed it,nobody is interested here, if a girl dance slow with a girl. Heeyy it's slow, people!! The fact that you want to do something with the person means things like that theoretically, no?
My dance partner informed me that she is very satisfied with the situation withremarkably compromising face, and as she hugged me, it was not ordinary. I caught a sight above her shoulder of Sinikka, today's evening first. She was in magnificent blue evening one. I would ask it if I would not know that this would not fit to me well, where she got it.
Itako lehellete became boiling. Does she like me really according to these now? Huh. Interesting. Not used to make a pass with girls , but she deserves more somehow. It is obvious about her that she has to got more, she's more valuable one.
Atu and Giang show so,they became friends. They dealt with each other during the whole evening. They have a strange aura, and interesting vibrations are produced when they are together. Something may be from this yet.
That trouble anyway with all of this company, that there are interesting people here,and I would talk with them with pleasure. Separately,that not disturb nobody. But it would be it anyway of course that I want to make friends with them sure then,though no...
HUNGARIAN/MAGYAR
Mondanom se kellene, de mondom, hogy „csodás” tekinteteket kaptunk. Most biztos én vagyok a helyi szipirtyó. Vagy könnyűvérű riherongy. Satöbbi,satöbbi.
A táncparkett közepére álltunk. Ismerősnek tűnt, ahogy egymáshoz közelítettünk, ahogy az auránk rezdült...ahogy nézett...
- Légyszíves...ne...ne azt a táncot.
Egy pillanatra elhomályosult a tekintete, aztán újra mosolygott. – Rendben.
Nem volt lassú, de nem is gyors tempójú. Olyan lágyan sikló fajtájú... Könnyed, de valahogy mégis egymásba temető. Mintha csak egy úton fognánk egymás kezét, és kísérnénk a másikat, miközben társalgunk, és eközben éreznénk valamit...na várjunk csak...mi is ez? Igen, tánc. Nagyon jó tánc. Kellemes, szédítő, magával ragadó. A világ lelassult körülöttünk, bár mindenki minket figyelt, de ez a figyelem inkább támogató volt. És ahogy hozzámért, az...bizsergetett. Nem valami perverz módon, nem. Megnyugtatóan, bíztatóan, hogy menjek, menjek közelebb, de én mindig is bizalmatlan voltam, s most sem tehettem mást, akkor is, ha ez a vonzás, amit éreztem a tánc közben, valahogy izgalmas volt... Na álljunk csak meg...nem, nem álltunk meg. Siklottunk, vonaglottunk, pörögtünk egymás lelkében. A tér olvadt, a zene sistergővé vált, az alakok masszává változtak, de nem szédültünk...
Eltéptem magam tőle, és az egyik ablak felé rohantam. Levegőért kapkodtam, pedig nem is fulladoztam előtte. Mintha homályosan szemléltem volna mindent tánc közben- nem csak a látottakat, de a hallás, az érzés, az illatok is homályosak, tompák voltak számomra.
Az este további részében nem whiskyt ittam. Próbáltam vodkát inni, már amennyire sikerült. Aztán odajött a Pete, vagy hogy hívják. Petri, na. Mindegy, a lényeg, hogy a norvég srác. Ezen se mindennapi hacuka volt, legalábbis lerítt róla, honnét származik. Hozott egy széket magának, s leült mellém.
- Te meg mi a jó gyíkságot akarsz?
- Gondoltam betársulok, magányosnak tűnsz.
- Az,hogy nincs mellettem senki, még nem jelenti azt, hogy magányosnak érzem magam. Buktad, fiacskám.
- És ha hozok valami fincsi innivalót?
- Ugyanazt próbálod ki,mint a diri. Szóval csak akkor, ha valami különlegeset hozol.
- Eredeti viking mézsör.
- Biztos, hogy eredeti recept?
- Valójában nem viking, hanem régebbi. Elő-északi. –Próbáltam értelmezni a tekintetét, de mintha valami meggátolt volna ebben. Aztán... felfogtam. Ereje teljes tudatában nézett rám. Magabiztosan. Mintha tényleg nagyon régről létezne már...
Éreztem, hogy kissé elsápadok, de gyorsan kiböktem. –Hozd csak.
Hozott egy-egy nagy üveggel. Édes volt, sűrűnek hatott, de azért érezhetően erős volt. Nem nagyon szóltunk egymáshoz, csak annyit, amennyit amúgy is kellett. Például, hogy érezzük magunkat itt, milyen ez az este, ilyenek. Semmi extra. De ahogy közben rámnézett, az hátborzongató volt. Hogy miért, képtelen lennék rájönni, de egy idő után elkezdtem fázni. Érted, egy izlandi...
Miután megittam, úgy döntöttem, eljátszom, amit szoktam, vagyis megmondom mindenkinek, mit gondolok róla, ha kérdezi, ha nem. De csak Itakoig jutottam. Felkértem táncolni. Na most, úgy vettem észre, itt senkit nem érdekelt, ha lány lassúzik lánnyal. Dehát lassú, emberek! Az elvileg olyasmit jelent, hogy kezdeni akarsz valamit az illetővel, nem? Táncpartnerem felettébb kompromittáló arckifejezéssel adta tudtomra, hogy ő nagyon is elégedett a helyzettel, s ahogy hozzámbújt, az sem volt mindennapi. A válla fölött megpillantottam Sinikkát, a mai este első alkalommal. Csodaszép kék estélyiben volt. Ha nem tudnám, hogy ez nekem nem állna jól, megkérdezném, hol szerezte.
Itako lehellete forróbb lett. Most ezek szerint tényleg tetszek neki? Hm. Érdekes. Lányokkal nem szokásom kikezdeni, de ő valahogy többet érdemel. Sugárzik róla,hogy többet kell neki nyújtani, mert értékesebb.
Atu és Giang úgy látszik,nagyon összebarátkoztak. Legalábbis az este folyamán csak egymással foglalkoztak. Különös aurájuk van, és mikor együtt vannak, érdekes rezgéseket produkálnak. Ebből még lehet valami.
Az a baj egyébként ezzel az egész társasággal, hogy érdekes emberek vannak itt,és szívesen elbeszélgetnék velük. Külön-külön,hogy ne zavarjon senki. De persze úgyis az lenne, hogy akkor én biztos barátkozni akarok velük,pedig nem...
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