For what others torment our past?

From the blog some cutting I would like to write a thing down.I never wrote a blog yet and I would like this to have a honest Hungarian name.It gave the starting shove,that a French postcard collector opened a blog and shocking one on a manner his first topic the Hungarian postcards were.
He onto a honest dealer's manner from this direction sent a notification.I registered nicely into the audience and the thing started turning into interesting one then.The questions came.
His first topic the Hungarian New-Year's cards were and slightly was getting confused.Why?
Did not know it where to do the ladybird, the horseshoe, the toadstool and the others on the New-Year's postcards .The answer in the specific Hungarian myths, symbols, habits that is availing himself of one single expression:in our little region's common self-awareness to be been looking for.
I being surprised,but I answered gladly and I recoiled.Why I explain to a French,when there are people who never brooded over the symbols appearing on the postcards yet at home.They believe it so moreover,that the postcard existed always in our little world.This the starting point was a back.
The unconcern for the greeting cards around 1900 which can be observed in our homeland or artist sheets gave the next shove.I would notice it here,that other nations an embossed one like this, a graphic designer pay a high price really,with flowers larded for a romantic cards or artistic postcards.
Few people know that our famous painter, Csontváry is first for example his drawings and his nature depictions appeared on unmarked postcards.For what this indifference?From where we may know it,that single Csontváry does not wander over between our hand?
There is a collector circle in one taking shape though,but this positively thematic and does not wish to gather the cards belonging to his field of interest globally you are it with this related other informations.Though not so big this country.He finds out the contacts in an information set unintentionally really if a big amount of postcards run over relatively between the man's hands.

The postcard today slowly already an extinct habit,because it is replaced by the virtual world slowly.I am sorry that he is so.Again here one why?
My answer:It was necessary to buy the sheet,to this it was necessary to go between people_nation.Between the people_nation ,onto any amount we had a sullen mood same day,it was necessary to behave cultured.It was necessary to say that word,that:please.It was necessary to write the postcard and it was necessary to lead onto the post or to give instructions to the servant,how he should take it away.So that's all human activity.

The people_nation do not approach each other today. There are not wars when the poorest woman went away into the office in order to buy a satin rose card and let him send it to his love on the front.
There was not cheap really. The old papers quasi like that, than an artistic creation. The satin little dresses of rose petals, the little angels, the cards coloured with the hand, the landscapes painted with the own hands cut from silk, flowery cards, from which the fragrance that it added to a flower just flew away, our senses associate. Yes, the flower scented postcards existed as he was made of the real hair lady portraits.
All this sounds so, than something did not occur, on a glass mountain tale, which one the man of the today switched over you are funny but totally impersonal capable one which can just be being sent on the internet on the mobile phone onto messages.
That past intestine woman paid a serious attention to the selection of the postcard. It would be possible to list a numberless example of my collection, but my heart after all that kindest one, when it to write village-woman can hardly, maybe just the flickering light of the servant's room the expensive one, flowery one took it out, you are just kind micaceous postcard, which it may be that he had a monthly payment, and addressed it onto the front.She needed a couple of rows only onto these old papers and it did not write about it because of then manners or human keeping, how "I love you", "I adore you", "I miss you", but from the everyday life.

Wrote about it, that:" Dear my husband ,all order at home, your small son goes to a school already." That beautiful postcard related her feelings instead. That woman gave her soul.
What we give to each other? We do not sit down and we do not embroider, and we do not paint onto silk, that it then onto a plain card somehow stick.
We do not ask residual one from the thread and we do not want from the residual silk substance, which was left out from the rich lady's dresses. We do not know what is the difference between two postcards.
We are not interested in who may have done it, who was the publisher, who was the photographer, who and on a what kind of manner printed the postcard.
What does not interest and this finally the today's world is valid for his postcard collectors in a big percentage unfortunately: that postcard his back side.
Who did they address it to? Who signed it? Who resides behind the poem puzzles?I met many postcards already.
A postcard, which his Hungarian author friends wrote to a Hungarian authoress, was like that between them,but this interested nobody.Something that Landler Jenő signed was not concerned between them after all no one. Was like that between them, which one Horthy family got-this 200HUF understands in the today's world. What Csortos Gyula wrote jovially was between them from a cafe,together with more Transylvanian prominent person.Osváth Jenő and his siblings mean something to us only yet?A postcard, which the person who showed us firstly wrote, was like that between them the movie.The ladies who were famous as Parisian Moulin Rouge stars next debuted at this man.That big one with bitterness full postcard though,that Czája János our sixfold professional wrestling world champion wrote home from a Turkey competition,because he was Hungarian everywhere -well this card serious 250HUF represented a value.