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Oct. 14. Thursday.
Autumn is here with its ugliest face. Cold, windy, grey, no cheerless as The real symbol of our lives. The lull and greyness begins to get on my nerves.
Oct 15. Friday.
Éva told me [strikethrough] the last time [/strikethrough] that your [strikethrough] form [/strikethrough] class [strikethrough] in school [/strikethrough] had its five-years’ meeting this June. Pellátky told them that Hédi Szmólik divorced her husband or rather her husband divorced her and told all their mutual friends that she is [strikethrough] stealing [/strikethrough] a thief. So they concluded upon the fact that this girl must have been the thief in your school [strikethrough] home [/strikethrough] days too.
You remember my [strikethrough] medical [/strikethrough] cousin the country doctor Béla at Seregélyes. He has a son Béli and a daughter Kató, who has won a prize at Kis Magyarság, Now these children are both [strikethrough] on [/strikethrough] at the university, Béli in his third and Kató in his first year of [strikethrough] study [/strikethrough] medical school. Tomorrow afternoon they are coming here to introduce themselves. I am eager to know them, especially the