02499cam a22003133u 450000100060000000300070000600500170001300600020003000700050003200800410003704000110007804100170008905000070010610000350011324500220014826400510017030000470022133600260026833700260029433800360032050000310035650501580038750801010054552013790064653400500202565300380207565300290211385600430214276118UtSlPG20260610134748.0mcr n260607r20251917utu|||||o|||||||||||||| d  aUtSlPG 7ahu2iso639-1 4aPH1 aMóricz, Zsigmond,d1879-194210aSzegény emberek 1aSalt Lake City, UT :bProject Gutenberg,c2025  a1 online resource :bmultiple file formats  atextbtxt2rdacontent  acomputerbc2rdamedia  aonline resourcebcr2rdacarrier  aRelease date is 2025-05-190 aGombaszedés -- Erdei kis piros virágok -- Thekla Orowna -- Lázban -- Idegsokk -- Egy szegény fecske -- A macska -- Hőskor -- Szegény emberek.  aAlbert László from page images generously made available by the Google Books Library Project  a"Szegény emberek" by Zsigmond Móricz is a collection of short stories written in the early 20th century. The volume portrays poor and ordinary people—peasants, families, and frontline soldiers—grappling with war, deprivation, and moral tests. Its opening focuses on András, a Hungarian infantryman, whose stubborn decency, quick wits, and uneasy conscience reveal the human cost of the Great War.  The opening of the collection follows András on a perilous WWI patrol after he refuses a sergeant’s stripe, senses that allied Croat positions have collapsed, and volunteers to scout “for mushrooms” with a handful of men. Crawling across exposed slopes under shellfire, the squad steadies itself with talk of providence (notably Medveczki’s calm faith), reaches their regiment for reinforcements, and then at nightfire holds an entire Russian assault at bay until help arrives. At dawn they enter a nearby village, where András disarms and calmly lines up more than a hundred Russian soldiers—moments that mix danger with unexpected fellow-feeling (handshakes before surrender). Threaded through is András’s gnawing worry over a letter about strife between his mother and wife, a feverish dream of their quarrel, and at the end his hard-won sense that what he truly sought amid heroics was inner peace. (This is an automatically generated summary.)  pOriginally published:cBudapest: Nyugat, 1917  aHungarian fiction -- 20th century  aShort stories, Hungarian40uhttps://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/76118