Benedek Irgum-Burgum

There is hardly a literate Transylvanian born in the last millennium who would not know Zoltán Veress' legendary verse tales, which he wrote for the legendary magazine Napsugár in the 1950s and 60s. These are cult works at their best, and the numerous editions - and pirated editions - have been read by generations. It is no wonder, since there are few more beloved fairy tales in our literature. Jópofa's characters, his catchy beautiful lines and, above all, his endless wit will captivate its reader for a lifetime. So that Hungarian children of the third millennium can also admire the stories of Irgum Burgum Benedek, Tóbiás and Kelemen, Veszedelmes Jeromos, Rongy Elek and Pinduri, we have collected all five tales together: this is the only complete edition. And István Csillag took the courage to re-illustrate them, following a predecessor like Ferenc Deák. And he succeeded so much that the reader holds not only the most complete, but also the most beautiful edition in his hands. There, where the granite cliff reaching into the sky is steep, there lived a bear, his name was Irgum-Burgum Benedek. He was an educated bear, the whole village knew about him long ago: he used to have an illustrated newspaper, called Napsugár. The last time he read it, suddenly, children, he jumped up like a grasshopper, Irgum-Burgum Benedek. A terrible roar escaped from his hollow throat: - Kelemen and Tóbiás have escaped from Napsugár! Since the world has not seen such a miracle: he turned and turned, picked up a small Hungarian bekecs, trudged through the snow and frost to Baltazár of Baranya, and knocked on the window at the Baltazárs' cave: - Come, my friend, help me, I'm looking for two little roosters! The window panes opened, frosty and frosty: - I'm going, I'm going! - Baltazár Baranyai nodded. Not a blink of an eye passed, he had already eaten his breakfast, and by the time two had passed, he was sprawled in front of his house, immersed up to his mid-thighs in his enormous, large bush. The two of them went quickly to Barabás Bús-Bozontos: - Come quickly, let's see where Tobiás and Kelemen are! Barabás Bús-Bozontos roared out of his window: - Wait, because I'm having breakfast, there are three more bites. He put a sheepskin-shaped pumpkin cover on his head, ate his breakfast, and stood outside in front of the house: Barabás, Baltazár and Benedek Irgum-Burgum went wherever the snow-covered forest was thick. They roamed, roamed, and crossed seven borders, but the three bear sons certainly didn't find a rooster. Once another border appeared, the eighth one: the old forester lives in the middle of a round forest. He saw the three bears, he got a gun right away... Well, bears, if you can, dig home now! They went, because running is better than biting the grass, Barabás Bús-Bozontos got home on his stomach. I don't even want to tell you how Baltazár Baranyai got home, hey, his tongue was hanging out so much that he was already licking the ground. Benedek also rode home, by the time it was pitch black, he had brought home twenty or thirty shotguns in his fur coat. Then he caught himself at home, dressed up in a festive outfit, and moved into the Napsugár in place of Tóbiás. (Napsugár, January 1958) Zoltán Veress (1936, Kolozsvár - 2013, Stockholm) - poet, writer. He also created under the names Sándor Ónodi and Elemér Csordás.