Magdi Rúzsa posted a post on Mother's Day and once again showed the world her baby triplets.
On the occasion of Mother's Day, she published a nostalgic post on the singer's social media page. The text revealed that there were more difficult periods in his life. He then continued, "then time began to make things beautiful, and it also began to teach me..."
"The bells were ringing... Dogs were barking there, loud shouting somewhere, they were just bringing in the hay.
But I loved this scent.. To this day, I take a deep sniff of the air whenever I smell it somewhere.
I walked home, and in the meantime I decided that I would leave here if God helped me. Besides, why was I born here, there is nothing here that can give me.
A poor child is a poor child, he doesn't get a chance, he stays the hoe.
It's the damn hoe.
So I slipped it off my shoulder and kicked it hard. - Are you tired?
My mother asked at the gate. I didn't say anything, I just lay down in the middle of the yard and sniffed quietly.
- I hate everything here.
Defiance tightened my face as I sat up so that my mother could see my gaze better. I will never forget the sadness I saw on him then.
Then time started to beautify things, and it started to teach me too..
There was also beauty and teaching at the base of the walnut tree, under the weight of tears and laughter.
There was a reason for the impossible situations, the hopelessness. If the hand of fate struck and broke us there, that's why we got it. All this taught us to belong together, to be good neighbors or relatives. Either way, we needed each other, so we got together. If we had nothing, there was nothing if we shared it. Small, big.
Yet there is something in this Vojvodina air and existence that fascinates me again and again, along with its sad, sometimes cheerful past.
I never thought that with tears in my eyes, I would show my children this sunset, which is only here in the world alone.
Meanwhile, I look at their faces and see in them little Magdi diving in Krivaj, and little Vili sneaking around on Horgász Sziget.
Then the image blurs in front of me and I say in a hushed voice:
"Well, he was born here, mother and father."
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