PROFESSOR HANNIBAL
Based on the novel "Resurrection of Hannibal" by Ferenc Móra
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Epaminondas respected the truth so much that he couldn't lie not even as a joke.
Sensational issue.
Enormous demonstrations at the university.
Sensational issue.
Mr. Rezsõ!
The lottery numbers are in the newspaper.
Mr. Rezsõ!
Buy me a drink if you win anything.
Good, good.
Sensational issue.
Lola, is he at home?
Who?
Your husband!
At your service!
* grammar-school *
Faster, faster!
The Hungarian homeland needs young patriots with a firm and steely character and a healthy body.
More swiftly!
Lick out my ear.
Mr. Headmaster, pardon me, but...
That sound is a "B" and not an "H".
"B". Of course
Sure. Sure.
Come on colleagues!
(*he speaks in Latin*)
This is grade 3, my son!
For professor Bela Nyul (*Rabbit*), We regretfully inform you that your treatise, "New Interpretations of Hannibal's life story" can not be published in our newspaper due to lack of space.
This is a scandal!
I set you to a disciplinary action!
How could it happen that fire broke out in the school's collection room?
You are fully responsible for this!
But Mr. Headmaster, please
I was at the reception.
That is the problem!
Why on Earth were you not here?
Mr. Headmaster!
You are a second-class servant.
Mr. Headmaster!
The collection caught on fire!
Pardon me!
What do you think?
How will I stand in front of his excellency, the count with the news that the stuffed peacock burned to ashes?
The very same peacock, which he donated to our school.
You think it will be enough, if I tell him that the school has a second-class servant only?
There is not enough national pride in people these days.
But the next generation will be raised by different standards.
Yes, of course, the national pride.
What are you doing, you idiot? Close it immediately.
Everybody onto the yard!
Close the door!
The fire may spread!
Where is Professor Nyul (*Rabbit*)?
Where is Professor Nyul?
Mr. Headmaster, here is the peacock!
He walked through the flames. He saved it!
I have never seen such a brave man, not even in the movies.
He risked his own life.
There he comes.
Hurray! hurray!
Thank you! Thank you!
My friends! Hungarian patriots!
Vesta's flame fuels our patriotism!
The ancient platinum of our morals is clear.
The unquenchable national feeling is burning in us.
The purity of the race.
And the Christian morality shines through our souls.
For the future of our youth must be built upon these grounds!
The Headmaster is a great man!
I heard that he even risked his own life while saving you.
Accept this little candy.
I am sorry, I asked for 4 pieces only!
It is a gift, put it away, you will pay later!
Thank you very much, Master Vogelmayer.
Good bye!
Give my regards to your family!
Silence!
What is this comedy?
Kati! Yet again you are reading that Dekobra?
Take it away from him, Rezsõ!
But mom...
No, no I don't want to...
If I will see it again, then...
Béla!
Only the dresses...
There was a fire in the school.
And the peacock...
A fire in the school?
Show yourself to me!
Did you hear that? There was a fire in the school.
Hi, Dad!
Hello everyone!
What did you bring?
I will show you after dinner!
The dress is wasted that's for sure.
You may wear the celebration clothes!
What's this?
Reply from the newspaper on my article about "Hannibal".
- Are they going to publish it? - No.
Come take these dresses off.
Does it hurt?
Give back my book.
No way!
The mum does not allow it.
You are hypocritical!
You think I don't know why you are washing yourself?
A woman will come to you tonight.
But Katóka!
And this man of extraordinary character was called Epaminondas.
Remember this name: Epaminondas
He was unselfish, honest and brave.
And when he died his enemies noted this about him:
Epaminondas respected the truth so much that he couldn't lie not even as a joke.
The ancient Greeks knew that the greatest thing in the world is honesty.
Let us go through tomorrow's task, now.
The chair.
We should tell him.
Professor!
Open your books on page 78...
Professor!
The headmaster told me to ask you to come into the directorial room.
Now, immediately?
Yes.
Recite Daedalus and Icarus until I come back.
The case is unprecedented in our school's history.
I was notified about our colleague, Gruber on phone only 10 minutes ago.
Gruber was transported into a neurological clinic this morning.
Did he go mad?
How did it happen?
Very serious symptoms.
He threw all his dresses, his underwears out of the window at 5.00 a.m. claiming that they have been poisoned.
Do not laugh, Mr. Schwarz!
If I may ask, okay?
Pardon me!
Gentlemen!
He makes politics even out of this.
This unfortunate event forces us to increase our efforts.
With the help of Mr. Gedeon we will be assigning to someone the responsibility of leading Gruber's class until the high school graduation exams.
The biggest problem is the study, which was to be written by our poor colleague into the year-end report-book.
And this cannot wait.
The study must be in the press by tomorrow morning the latest.
Maybe he has already written it, before...
He did not write it unfortunately.
His title was written onto a paper only.
Medieval flower songs, as the "Töhötöm" movement's forerunners.
Maybe, this is what drove him mad.
Please, gentlemen.
Who volunteers to write the study?
We may change the topic of the study if necessary.
How about Professor Nyul's (*Rabbit*) treatise on Hannibal?
That's good! Hannibal.
The Hannibal.
My Béla! Would you do it?
Gladly, Mr. headmaster.
Look at the board. How are we doing?
You are up twenty-nine!
Why do you not make your hair like she has on the pictures, Lola?
It is said that in the short hair is the sex appeal these days.
Reverend lord!
My husband is against it.
He says it not for a decent woman.
Now you are flirting with the the priest, too?
I am gonna smash your face!
Good day to you all, gentlemen.
(*he sings in italian*)
What is it?
You defile this song.
This is Mussolini's anthem
In Rome.
But for us its the Purple Butterflies.
When great minds encounter each other.
These Jews.
I kiss your hand, Lola! (*old greeting*)
I brought this to you.
With Ramon Novarro on the cover!
Yes, in the Ben Hur. (*1925*)
You know that you resemble him!?
Can I make a phonecall?
Yes, that way!
A double ice-cream!
Hallo! Hallo!
Please connect the 894-270!
I have some time in the evening. Come just before closing time.
And the old man?
He might go to play some cards.
But I might even kill him by then.
You little Ramon Novarro.
Yes, it's me!
For the present nothing.
Not, the school is empty.
The headmaster, Mr. Ofen... Ofenthaler or what is not at home
I don't know.
Surely he must be with a women somewhere.
No one knows.
What is it?
I can't hear you!
Wait!
I know so much, that on Mókus (*Squirrel*) street.
Be calm, I look it up.
Yes.
Reserve two columns for me and if I will find out something, I will give you a call.
Good.
Thank you.
Pardon me.
I am Dr. Ofenthaler Alajos, the headmaster.
How fortunate.
How do you do. I am Délteki, a journalist.
Hello! Hello!
Is Béla Nyúl (*Rabbit*) a teacher in your school?
Yes.
I would like to make an interview with him.
Muray congressman referred to him in today's interpellation in connection with Hannibal's treatise.
Really?
Yes, yes.
Did it attract such a big attention?
Extraordinary,
I dare say that it attracted an extraordinary attention.
Would you be kind enough to give me the home address of Béla Nyúl (*Rabbit*), please?
Yes. Mókus (*Squirrel*) street 27.
Thank you.
Hello! Hello!
Good bye!
Here you go! There it is!
Then Muray Árpád (Töhötöm) asked for permission to speak.
At the dead-line of the press he was still speaking.
We will announce his exceptionally interesting interpellation in our newspaper tomorrow morning.
Gentlemen!
Did any of you read this treatise?
In these three similar classic philo- sophies based on totally new data...
prove us that Hannibal did not die the way History was claiming up until now, that is by poisoning himself...
but as a victim of a revolution in Carthage...
Question is, whether he means a...
Nationalist or an internationalist revolution?
He means a good revolution.
But either way, it is an ancient revolution.
And if it is good for a Töhötömista congressman, then it should be good for you, too, right?
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Did my wife not say where went?
No.
Did she go away?
Yes.
So he died in a revolution.
When onto the aristocrats' request he tried to lay out new foundations for the fiscal system of the country.
Classic discovery.
Brilliant.
Yes. brilliant.
Gentlemen, this is a great day.
The our loved colleague Béla Nyul (*Rabbit*), the excellent professor of classic philosophy made history.
Hurray. Hurray
Thank you.
I am very grateful to you, Editor.
So will it be published tomorrow?
Yes. This way?
Not, this way! I accompany you!
Thank you.
Were you in good terms with Mr. Muray when you were still a child?
We studied together in grammar school.
We even shared a desk for a while.
It was a childhood friendship.
Which of course did not continue later on.
Maybe now it will.
Yes.
Good bye!
So it will be in the morning edition, tomorrow?
Yes, in the morning edition!
Mr. Gébics!
Professor!
You scared me!
I kiss your hand! (*old greeting*)
Good evening!
I came to Mr. Gébics!
Unfortunately he is not at home.
Impossible.
See?
Professor!
Good evening!
Congratulations!
Thank you!
Can I take a photo of your family tomorrow?
Of course, Mr. Bradács!
Thank you very much!
Again congratulations!
Have a good rest!
Thank you.
Good evening, professor!
Master Vogelmayer sent it.
It must be a mistake!
I ordered nothing.
Of course, of course, but just take it from me anyway!
Good evening!
Who is it?
Please accept my apologies.
Lady Schwarz.
I'm sorry, open it!
Very important case!
What do you want?
I would need the superfine cigar.
They went mad today!
First it is your headmaster, and now you.
Was Ofenthaler here?
And what kind of cigar do you want?
Anything that is more expensive than the one Ofenthaler bought.
You know Béla, my son is not accepted to study at the university.
Because of the Numerus Clausus. '(Law against Jews)'
It has a wonderful fragrance, Bénike.
What a fragrance!
But drink some more, Bénike!
Thank you Béla!
You could speak one or two good words to your friend.
My friend?
To Lord Muray of course.
My son is a natural-born genius.
He can multiply five digit numbers in his head.
Cheers!
Who was that?
Schwarz Béni.
He brought a cigar.
See Erzsike, the people are all good, after all.
I always said.
No more jam and toast for lunch, Erzsike!
I think my name will be on the newspaper covers in two weeks.
You might even get a raise.
This is least.
Who knows, the government might even send me to Carthage, or to Rome to do some field studies at the historical sites.
It will be funny, when Babelsberg Bruno will ask everybody, who is this man.
And how come nobody told me about him till now?
After all Béla Nyul should be the member of the academy.
The academy.
♪ Far-far away from here ♪
♪ We will be happy ♪
♪ Far-far away from here ♪
♪ we hunger after a kiss ♪
♪ The old student is walking away, already ♪
♪ Far-far away, ♪
♪ God be with you, my fellow students, ♪
♪ Let us begone! let us begone! ♪
Professor Nyul!
I am Hannibal.
Your beloved Hannibal.
Hannibal!
Good evening Hannibal!
Good evening!
What a surprise!
Please, sit down!
Very kind of you!
Cosy, not like in our time.
It is very fortunate that you visited me just now!
I did not count on it, to be honest!
We have to speak quietly, not to wake up the children!
Would you answer a question of mine?
Of course.
It is a touchy subject.
Maybe you don't like to be reminded of it.
Or it may even stir up painful memories.
But for me it's important.
How did you die?
Really surprising question.
How did I die?
Wait a minute!
How did it happen?
Lord Hannibal?
Lord Hannibal, where are you?
Warlord!
I'm sorry, this subject always puzzles me.
If I do not concentrate I become invisible at once.
So how did it actually happen?
How strange!
I don't remember.
And it is very important for you to know, right?
Yes
Because based on some ancient references...
i'm sorry...
but I interpret your death from a new angle..
Because I oppose the accepted world history, as it was authorised to teach in high schools by the Minister of Education for the high school students.
And believe me, it is just as bold an attempt in our country than to cross the Alps with 200 elephants in your time.
So you are afraid now, right?
No, no.
I just would like to be certain.
Don't even mention it!
This is the worst kind of fear.
I know it from my own example.
But let us not lie to ourselves, it is mostly just a matter of luck.
For me for example...
Tell me, will you not offer me a cigar?
I'm sorry for having no manners.
Please.
I like this kind!
Real cigars one can only purchase in England.
And you, are you not going to have one?
Thank you, but I already have one.
I almost burned myself in my bed once.
I did not say why I came here yet.
I am thinking about a song, and I keep forgetting how it goes...
Help me, please!
♪ God be with you, my fellows, ♪
♪ Farewell, farewell, ♪
♪ This road takes me back to my homeland, ♪
♪ Myself will be a philistine, ♪
Yeah!
Once again!
♪ This road takes me back to my homeland, ♪
♪ Myself will be a philistine, ♪
♪ Let us begone, begone, begone ♪
♪ Up onto a parting word fellows. ♪
Good morning Master Vogelmayer!
Professor, I went through your credits in the morning!
You owe me a lot of money.
I cannot allow you more credit,
until you pay me.
But Master Vogelmayer?
I kiss your hand, my lady.
Good bye!
How can I help you, professor?
I need no cigar this morning.
Has the "Ébredõ Harsona" newspaper arrived yet?
There it is!
Thank you!
"The suburban teacher calls for a revolution!" "Is Russian prisoner of war Béla Nyul an agent of Moscow?"
I kiss your hand (*old greeting*)
"Muray Árpád in his impressive interpellation turned the public's attention towards a tendency emerging among the educators..."
What makes the situation even worse...
is that Béla Nyúl abusing our school's hard situation due to an unfortunate accident,...
smuggled his rotten revolutionary ideas into the yearly report on the most fraudulent manner.
But this is not true, Sir!
Mr. Headmaster, you know it...
Please do not lie
Colleagues, say something!
You were all here.
Excuse me.
But the thing really did not happen like that.
Don't change the subject, gentlemen.
I have 10 minutes to catch my train.
Your what kind of contacts do you have in Russia?
I have none.
We would like to know from where did you gather the datas upon which you based your claims as can be read in the treatise?
I was in Russian captivity,
and I found old Roman parchments in the attic of a Kiev monastery,
presumably from the library of Alexandria...
Enough!
He just admitted to have Russian contacts!
I didn't say anything like that!
It doesn't matter to us!
Colleagues!
With your claims of Carthagean superiority over Rome you are propagating Semite world hegemony!
This is nothing less but the tainting of the Christian national genius with cold internationalism and atheism.
I found out this morning that the Puns belonged to the Semitic tribes.
That's right!
No surprise that you saved the neandertal skull from the storeroom at the time of the fire.
Which is just another testimony of you being a compulsive materialistic.
And a darvinist.
Am I right, reverend?
Well it looks like...
Allow me to interrupt, your honour...
but I believe it so...
My dear colleague.
you are way too young to think independently in opposition of the government yet.
I am going to ask the question...
Are you willing to annul your statements as written in the treatise?
No.
Annul it Béla!
To err is human!
Annul it, colleague!
No harm can come to you then!
I cannot do that.
This is just a masquarade.
I did not write a word about politics,
I wrote about Hannibal's death, and nothing else.
And if I am right, this could be one of the greatest discovery of classic philosophy.
I cannot annul my statements.
Unless it is scientifically disproved.
We are initiating a disciplinary action against you.
For the time of the examination I suspend you from teaching.
You find him at the Titanium Construction Industry, he is the director there.
I wish I knew how did the report book end up in his hands?
Be careful what you say to him, Béla!
And do not shout at him!
Promise?
You are in love with Rudolf Valentino!
I do not love him!
Give it back!
You are in love!
What is this quarreling?
Piri took away one of my pictures!
Daddy, she is in love with Rudolf Valentino!
I am gonna give you a slap!
Hello!
Hello daddy!
My Béla, I must admit, it was me who sent it to Muray. I didn't mean no harm.
I thought that he will help.
Please!
Is this Congressman Muray's car?
Not, that other one!
What are you doing with that sculpture?
For the doves... the bread...
That is easy to say.
Watch out for yourself,
I have been eyeing you hanging around here for an hour, now.
My ice-cream! My ice-cream!
Take me to the "Hullám" bath!
I did not want to cause you any inconvenience.
I did not even read it...
What kind of battle was it about anyway?
I received the interpellation already in a written form.
My friend, this is how politics work!
Remember, we learned abou Julius Caesar together who stabbed his own son for the sake of politicis.
Do not get frightened.
We are going to fix it.
Come and visit me soon in the parliament!
From there you can see the bath, even the women's sunbathing area!
Or are you still so shy?
Béla! Béla!
Do you feel any better?
You scared the hell out of me!
Did you get a fit?
No. I don't know how to swim!
He cannot swim!
And he comes to the "Hullám" Bath!
Let us drink on this big fright!
Excuse me!
I am Béla Nyul (*Rabbit*).
My best friend, we attended school together.
Annamária Anettka, an artist!
Cheers!
You look at that little red one!
Good little girl, isn't it?
I give you an advice!
Give up this poor career in teaching!
I will find you a job at any of my companies!
Whenever you want it
I have a bit of everything.
Export business. Cheese factory,.
Funeral company.
Sorghum cultivation. Heros's album.
Whatever you want.
I would really like to remain a teacher, Your Honor.
Don't call me like that, for you I am Árpi.
Have you ever seen an idealist like him?
He was always like this.
He was always like this in his whole life.
It will be a bit too much, Árpi.
Not at all.
We meet again after 23 years and we cannot even have some drinks?
Drink!!
Are you having fun now?
Yeah, yeah.
This music is good.
Why do you not dance?
Come professor to dance!
Those were the happy days!
You Béla, do you remember Pálpusztai?
He was our classmaster.
Once I sawed the feet of the chair and he thought that you did it.
And punished you instead of me.
And you did not betray me.
He was always my best friend.
My Béla!
(*they speak in Italian*)
Where did I bring you?
I got to know them at the Duce.
All of them are distinguished, excellent fascists.
I am going to drain all marshes around here.
It is time for us to to drain all our marshes here, too.
Right?
It is extremely necessary.
If there is any march.
Long live the Duce!
Long live, long live!
Stop it!
(*speaks in Italian*)
Diplomatic complication.
Don't be alarmed!
To the old acrobat woman
Who is it?
Open it!
My Rezsõ, it is late night already.
Open it!
My husband is at home, do not shout!
Who is here with you?
Nobody.
My Rezsõ what do you want?
My Rezsõ don't make a scene!
Please!
By what right do you dare to slap her...
So, you say, there will be no problems, Árpi?
Everything will be just fine!
Every miracle lasts for three days only!
After that not even the crows care about it anymore.
I will speak to the minister tomorrow, and ask him not to be an ass.
There is a heatwave anyway, nobody cares about things like your treatise, now.
Kiss my best friend.
One more time!
Is there anybody here?
How can I help you?
Could you tell us which way to go to get to the "porch of the hell" street?
Yes.
I myself am heading that way, too.
Come with me.
Where are you coming from?
From Pomáz.
They start distributing the supplies for the soldiers' families today.
At eight o'clock in the morning.
We would like to be firsts.
Interesting, you have the same medals like me.
Where did you get Big Silver?
At the breakthrough of Gordicer.
Interesting, I was wounded there, too.
In May of 1915.
Me, too, at the same time.
They shot me in the eye on the dawn of 18. May
DOWN WITH EVERY BÉLA NYÚL!
Look!
Go straight a bit longer and then turn left at the little square!
DOWN WITH EVERY BÉLA NYÚL!
Patriots! Hungarians! We ask you to come to the Óbuda amphitheatre at 11 am on Sunday!
We are going to sweep out Judas from the temple of science!
With a patriotic salutation: Lord Muray Árpád, member of parliament
Don't cry, Erzsike!
It'll be fine!
I would not like to be in the place of that chap who printed out that disgusting paper.
Surely it was an eager-beaver!
Are you sure it wasn't him?
I think, he doesn't even know about it.
They abuse his name.
You know how things are.
Children, don't eat so much cream!
You will not want the dinner then!
Yes, we will!
Leave some for the younger ones, too!
Where you going Béla?
I am going to look for Muray.
I will talk to him once more.
These whatevers are so beautiful.
You look so nice, Daddy, like someone who goes to church.
It will burn, Erzsike!
Do you know how does a real chef make a pancake?
How?
I saw it once
Show me, daddy.
Give it to me!
We put a bit of fat into the frying pan.
Next the mixture.
It is not so hard.
All it takes is a bit of self confidence.
We let it fry for a few seconds.
And when one side is done, then hop, we quickly flip ti over.
And the other side is cooked already, too.
How smart you are daddy.
Bye, children
Bye, Erzsike!
Take care, Béla!
Good, good. I will be back for lunch.
Make some with cocoa too, because Piri likes them very much.
Bye!
Bye daddy!
I told her
A real housekeeper knows how to do this, too!
And then as a joke, I even slapped her ass.
Look!
He put on even his medals!
I want to pay!
3 pints! 1,50.
Good day!
Professor!
Józsi, bring me my hat and my coat!
- Are we gonna go there? - Yes, we are!
There comes Hannibal!
Have a good day, professor!
Just do your best, boys!
Good day, professor!
He wants to go there!
Professor!
Good day, professor!
All I want to tell you is that...
you will always have some credit with me!
Thank you, Mr. Grébics!
You are very kind!
I would like to introduce my acquaintance, Gitta, professor Nyúl.
Good day, professor!
Good bye!
Excuse me sir!
Could you tell me which way is to the amphitheatre?
Turn right here, then go as far as the third corner, there to the left, and then you will see it.
Thank you.
It will be a big show, right?
Well, yes.
Long live Muray!
My first thought, which I feel compelled to shout at the world is...
that we in the "Töhötöm" League of Nations teach our youngsters...
from the beginning of time, to preserve the purity of the blood of our race,...
the ancient platinum of our morals...
and our glowing patriotism which burns with Vesta's flame,...
we carve into the pages of history with fiery ore letters,...
that the god of the Hungarians lives still.
Long live Muray!
The time of empy slogens is over!
The present and the future is about the protection of the pure race, which is embodied in our flesh and muscle.
Our first mission towards the protection of our race, is to finish off every "bélanyúls" ('Rabbits'),...
and all of their allies who are insidious rats and rodents feeding on our national morals.
Hurray!
Down with the revolutionary provokers, who disguise themselves behind the mask of the honour...
but in reality they are corrupting our youth in their every words and writings.
I want to lead this superb movement.
I want to erase from the arena of the public life those who do not accept our wide-ranging sights and goals.
Hurray!
Erase them!
How sweet as he is standing over there!
Hurray Professor Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Look, this idiot came here!
What does he want here?
Erase them!
Lord Muray!
This is not what you promised me yesterday!
What's this, what's this? This is a provocation!
He is Béla Nyúl (*Rabbit*), the Judas.
The provoking revolutionist!
Stop this!
Patriots! Stop this! Finish this at once!
What can we do now?
Stop!
People! Stop!
People!
Patriots! Quiet!
Patriots! The Hungarian future belongs to the "Töhötöm" association.
Because it is strong, and knows what it wants.
This is why our enemies dread us.
Long live the "Töhötöm"!
What do you want to say?
Be careful what you say!
You have four children.
Long live the "Töhötöm"!
I call upon Béla Nyul (*Rabbit*) to speak.
I am Béla Nyul (*Rabbit*).
Suspended high-school Latin teacher
I wrote a treatise, in which I described a possible connection between Hannibal's death and a revolution in Carthage...
Stop!
Patriots! Take it easy!
Let us hear what the defendant has to say.
I realize now that I was wrong.
I was wrong, because Hannibal...
Hannibal did not die in the revolution.
Because the Vesta's flame of Hannibal's patriotism, the ancient platinum of his clear morals...
kept his watch over the national and Christian morals of the youth of Carthage
Because the example of Hannibal, the defender of the pure blood, the great Punic strategist teaches us...
that we should always remain human beings with a backbone of morals,
unrelenting, and unyielding.
Because the root of Carthage fed on the purity of its race.
Just as it was described by Lord Muray much more eloquently.
And Hannibal clinged to this very same root, when he was writing onto the sky of history with flaming letters:
that the god of the Hungarians is alive still.
Long live Professor Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Yeah!
If this Hannibal would be alive now he could be one of us.
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Long live Hannibal!
Erase them!
You idiot!
Long live Hannibal!
Long live Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
Hurray Hannibal!
This Nyul (*Rabbit*) will become a state representative!
Let us listen to Nyul (*Rabbit*)!
"Budapest is crazy about the new dance, the rumba"
THE END