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.

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Eighteen paces from the wall on the garden side to the balcony. Very difficult to rate.

The mail went to the estate manager”s office, to be sorted and dealt with by one of the stewards. 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 the nobility. 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 black-and-white-checked oilcloth commonly used by schoolchildren for their home- work.

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. Gertyak had once been two rooms, a bedroom, and a dressing room.

A gyertyák csonkig égnek – a Marosvásárhelyi Spectrum Színház vendégjátéka

He was calculating how gyertak time had elapsed between that long-ago day and today. Recently he had been talking to himself even when he was alone in the room.

The General recognized the handwriting. 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 gyerttyak upstairs to the second floor.


The gamekeeper, still frozen to attention, watched him, unblinking, and waited until the csinkig, broad-shouldered figure disappeared around the turn of the stone balustrade.

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

On the little table within reach of his hand was a little silver bell, which he rang. All you are to say is that I have sent you, and the carriage for the Captain is waiting. The room had a vaulted ceiling, supported by a central column.

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In a secluded woodland castle an old General He crumpled the letter into his pocket. 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. In those days the room farthest back, the dark one that looked onto the garden and estate offices, had been his mother”s bedroom, while the lighter, airier room had been the dressing room.

Otras ediciones – Ver todo Embers: There was a calendar hanging on the wall. Facts are not truth; and friends can kill each other but death does not end a This book has some eloquent truths: 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.


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.

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. 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. 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.

As if the room had been tailored to his body.

For years now, he had neither opened nor read a single letter. 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. And he is to wear full-dress livery. Over the ensuing hours host and guest will fight a duel of words and silences, accusations and evasions.

The General looked up at the ceiling and counted: