- Hey Lizzy what's this? They seem pretty short. - Felix hold up a book called One-minutes and Elisabeth couldn't decide how to tell him.
-Well... Those are really short drabbles from Örkény István, and his style is quite... grotesque. Dark humor at its top. - she grinned at the blonde.
- It cannot be that dark. Read me some!
- I'm pretty sure you can read those yourself. - she smiled.
- But that's boring. So? Won't you do it for your best friend?
- You sure you're okay with this much darkness?
- You know me better than this.
- Okay. We should start with the indention.

How to use it
The supplied short stories despite their shortness are full quality writings. Their advantage that one can cut back on time; since they don't need long weekly, monthly attention. While the egg boils, while the dialed number (if it's occupied) answers, read one One-moment Short story.

Bad feeling, distracted nerves aren't blockage. We can read them while sit and stand, in wind and rain or while taking an overcrowded bus. Most of them can be enjoyed while walking!

It's important to pay attention to the titles. The author strived to shortness, he didn't give meaningless labels. Before we get on a tram we check what signal is it. For these short stories their titles are just as significant.

This neither means it's enough to just read through the subtitles. First the title, then the text: that's the only right usage.

Attention!

When one cannot understand something, read again the writing in question. If one still cannot understand, then the problem is in the short story.

There aren't blunt people, just bad One-minutes!

Elisabeth looked up from the book just to see her friend nod.
- Pretty clear I think...
- Don't forget the last part. - she shot him a meaningful grin.
- All right, all right, now show me how dark can it be.
- As you wish.

About my well-being

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.
- How do you do?
- Thank you, I'm fine.
- And how is your health?
- I have no reason to complain.
- But why are you dragging that rope behind you?
- Rope? - I ask looking back - Those are my in bowels.

- So? - she looked up to see her friend grabbing his head and growling in frustration, but at the same time laugh.
- Okay you got me, it IS grotesque, but not that dark as I imagined. Next! - he grinned to her.
- If you say so. - she flipped through the book, to find a new one.

The actor's death

This morning in one of the Üllői street's off-street unconsciously collapsed Zoltán Zetelaki the popular actor.

The passerby took him to the nearest clinic, but they tried the newest acquis with no success- even with iron lung - to bring him back to life. The eminent actor, after a long agony, at half past six in the evening passed away; his corpse was transmitted to the Anatomy Institution.

The performance of King Lear in the evening despite this tragic occurrence went on without any problem. Zetelaki had been delayed a little though, and in the first act he was remarkably tired (sometimes he noticeably relied on the prompter) but then increasingly found himself, and the death of the king was displayed so convincingly that he got standing ovation.

After this he was invited to dinner but he didn't go. He said:

- I had a hard day.

Felix was on the ground laughing way too loud, even his eyes were full of tears.
- This... This is just... Gosh my stomach hurts!
- I'm glad you like it. So? Was it grotesque enough for you?
- I think it was just okay. Did he wrote something even more darker?
- Let's see... Well there's an Execution code, and Instructions, movement restriction related to the Feb 1 event, or a Trill. Wait! How about The memoirs of a puddle? Or A distraught tulip?
- And what's this? Seems pretty long...

A voice out could be even considered as a sigh to an unknown purposed iron piece, which in the storms of history quietly lied low in a casket full of lilies, since nor my grandfather, nor my father, nor myself had the guts to throw to the garbage, and nor will have the one after me (this was only the title)

- You outlast me, tappet.

- NOO! My side hurts and I can't stop! It's hilarious!
- Yeah I know - giggled Lizzy. - But I guess it was enough, I don't want to hurt you further more.
- Just one more, please! I love this.
- Okay... But it won't be as funny, it's just... well it's just true.
- Bring it on!

Unfinished affixation

Often I just look in front of me
Often you just look in front of you
Often he just looks on front of him

Often we just look in front of us - - -

Silent fell on the room littered with books. The blonde stopped sat back up and looked with thoughtful eyes to his friend. They kept silent for a moment.
- You know... It's true.
- See? I told you.
- But it's really strange...
- Life is strange.
- And I like it.
- You remember the preface: there's only bad Oneminutes...
- Hey! I didn't say that I don't understand it!
- I could feel it in the way your hair just moved a moment before. - Elisabeth giggled again.
- Oh you little liar! - Felix threw himself on his friend and they started a tickling war.

A.N: Hello again, and thank you for still reading this it really means a lot.
So in this chapter we met István Örkény famous Hungarian writer well known for his horribly dark absurd and grotesque humor, but hey! Hungarians are well known for depression and negativism and guess what? it can be hilarious and funny :D
Still the paragraphs in italic are rough translations by me, hope you found it interesting and enjoyed it just as much as I did, and if by any chance you're Hungarian please let me know what do you think about the success of the translations... And of course if you have any criticism or advise or just a question feel free to write :)
Have a nice day :)