And you know what, when there were fights here in Soroška. At that time, there were Hungarian soldiers on rest for two weeks and friends came to them, they met, and we had one Šani Soják, he was Hungarian, but he also knew Slovak and they lived with us in Slaná, but he went for beer every evening, like guys to restaurants and they met with those Hungarian soldiers and became friends. And then it came that one evening the soldiers were already crying that in the morning they were already leaving, that there would be a big fight in Soroška. That they are going to fight with the Russians. Well, they cried and left early in the morning. Well, then there were those battles in that Soroška, and one doctor was with them and those soldiers at our place too, so he and that Soják met every evening in a restaurant for a beer and they talked. They became friends. Well, then the next day, when the fighting was over, that Šani Soják was at the buffet, because the buffet was there near Hradská, and an ambulance was going to transport the sick, and the doctor from Soroška was going, they were taking him to Dobšina, there was a field hospital for soldiers , she was wounded, but when he saw his friend Soják, he told the driver to stop, but he stopped and they immediately started talking. And he said to him, friend, all my friends are sleeping there in Soroška. Katyusha shooted away everyone, even the Romanians went to help the Russians and made a mistake, they thought they were enemies and shot everyone. A mass of troops fell there on that Soroška. And my daughter was also a girl, as before, and one used to go to our friend's house, his name was Jožko, he was from Debrecen, I was there when we went to Medjugorje. And he came crying to my father, and he cried for them to give him daggers, an old tattered civilian, that he was not going to Soroška, because they were all being killed there, but my father was afraid that then they might persecute the family. He said that he wanted Žužika, as he wanted me, that he would marry me, that he wasn't going to Soroška, because everyone was falling for it, and that was the way it was. Everyone fell. His parents had no one but him (Jožek) that what would they do without him, he cried, but my father didn't give him, he felt sorry for him, but he was afraid. And there the poor man went like everyone else. He was not my boyfriend, but he went to friends who were staying with me, and he was also a handsome boy and I liked him, but I already had mine in the war.