A farkas, vigjáték három felvonásban

by Ferenc Molnár

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186 pages, Paperback

First published April 1, 1975

About the author

Ferenc Molnár (Americanized name: Franz Molnar) was a Hungarian dramatist and novelist. During the World War II he emigrated to the United States to escape the Nazi persecution of Hungarian Jews.

Reviews

[Pygmalion Kashi]

Well, if you do know, then so much the better. Because I have already told you till I'm blue in the face. I'm not hand-some, I'm not smart, I'm not witty, I'm not dashing. I don't know how to offer my girl, my sweetheart, my beloved, my wife, those wild ecstatic declarations of love that would light the stars in her eyes, and raise her pulse to a hundred and forty. No. But I'll give her a couple of hundred thousand instead, which in a couple of years I shall turn into a million for her, for my beloved. A million, my sweet. That will be my declaration of love. And that is why I am going to the Countess's soirée tonight, if Madame really wishes to know, and not because I am interested in listening to that American baritone.