Mária Horňáková

“Then a Slovak bank was founded and some room was reserved there, rented, and at last reconstructed, so that it could serve as a dormitory for boys. It also was built for girls, but only girls from Košice stayed there. And all the boys and girls living in the dorm had to work for the newspaper, do what was necessary. And it was good, it was organised very well.”

“The situation was rather unsettled here in Komjatice, because, for example, our masses were celebrated in Hungarian or the Hungarian anthem was sung there. When our people heard that anthem, they left, but the church was full of the Hungarians, soldiers. However, outside the church, there were such clever young girls, or rather they weren’t so young, but girls, you know, we were just kids back then, so we weren’t involved. They were there to sing the Slovak anthem among people. I want to explain how it actually was. We were said that we wouldn’t go to school even though the older ones knew it wouldn’t be good, they knew it would end badly. So we went ice skating, we took our skates and went to the bridge near Vinodol as the river overflowed its banks there. However, we only stood and waited what would happen when they would sing. Suddenly we heard banging and rattling, cries and screams, so we couldn’t stay there, we disobeyed our parents. We came up in front of the manor house, there was a gate and we already saw soldiers riding horses, trying to disperse the crowd with bayonets and shouting. And those women squealed, you know, it was really horrible. It was obscure; there wasn’t only a lot of fear, but also a lot of courage. Even though we were afraid, we wanted to do something. Soldiers were driving people out of there, but we wanted to get there, unfortunately, it was upstream. A soldier with bayonet approached us, so we couldn’t do anything. We had such experience. Then, people went home and sang religious songs on the way, anyway.”

“I came to Bratislava and in the meantime my husband, as I had already been married, died. I started attending the university there, so I brought my record book from Budapest. Professor Nábělek, I still remember many of those professors either from Budapest or from Bratislava, said he would accept it. You know, there was different study system in Bratislava and in Budapest. And I said that I had my record book there and I submitted it. And the man from the dean’s office, a bursar probably, caught it and threw it away and said that he wouldn’t read anything in Hungarian as he didn’t speak that language. In fact, I agreed with him, it really was Hungarian, but I told him, ‘I’m not a Hungarian!’ However, at that time the Hungarian action, by which the Hungarians were moved out, was in progress as the society was against Hungarians then. But I said, ‘I beg, I have already talked to professor Nábělek.’ And he took the paper from professor Nábělek and said, ‘Go away! No way, no such Hungarians will study here!’ He sent me away really nastily.”

“We came home in the evening; I lived near the post office, and we were frightened as we didn’t know how it would end. Then, Kelemen stayed at home, he couldn’t go there, because he had to avoid being arrested to be able to keep going to Bratislava. It was in the evening when a man came to tell us that some guys had been taken by the police officers to the police station, which was situated in a front part of the manor house. They were there and then we, we were four Molnárová, Špacírová, Jahnátková, Ragúňová, and I, decided to go there. We wanted to do something for those boys, because we also were there. We went there, you know, there was such a glass porch, Čížik family had lived there before, they had two girls, one of them was my classmate, so I knew their house, their flat very well. Moreover, they left it only a month before. Those guys were leaning against the wall and had to stand on their toes. As soon as one of them stood on his heel, the policeman immediately hit him with the butt across the toes. We cried when we saw them, but then a woman came, I don’t remember which one, and she took us from there, ‘What are doing, you can’t be here, don’t be afraid, they will let them go.’ Then she went to the police station and that policeman closed the windows and we saw nothing then, so we went home. And in the morning, the boys were released. Almost all of them left before sunrise. They moved to Slovakia.”

“When the trial was held, there were many people from Komjatice, and those guys came, they were three and they were interviewed immediately. Jožo was the first, I don’t know his surname, then, it was Ľudo’s turn and everyone nodded, those boys nodded to everything they asked them. And when Libor came, he put his hands together like this behind his back and jerked. ‘It is not true! He hasn’t done it!’ Of course the bell rang immediately, people started making noise. ‘Be quiet! Quiet!’ Suddenly four policemen encircled the boys and took them away. And I don’t know if it was half an hour or ten minutes, it was something terrible. I think nobody can imagine that such thing could happen. Then, those boys came, just imagine, auntie and the whole family, even my mom and the boy’s mom, they all knew what it would end like. He came with his head bowed, hands along his body, almost by his knees and he said yes. It was the end, nothing more needed to be said. And my uncle was sentenced. What did the family of that boy say? What? What happened in the family then? How could he break the whole family? However, I can say that everyone understood it, even though he didn’t have a backbone. He really didn’t. But what could he do? They changed his mind within half an hour. I do not know how they managed it, but he was done. It was the truth.”

“It wasn’t easy at all, it was really strange, and nowadays people can’t imagine what a problem it was. For instance, there were no radios. We only had such a small radio on bulbs or what, which belonged to my grandfather, who wanted to know everything. There were no newspapers except the Hungarian ones; no Slovak newspaper could be delivered. Then a small group of young people from Komjatice decided to publish a newspaper. At that time only Kelemen published a sort of handwritten announcements. Later, they decided to change it into a normal newspaper. They went to Slovakia and came with the information that if it hadn’t been permitted, reciprocity would have been applied. It was all right, they could arrange it.”