The next day, he delivered the USB drive to Éva. She listened to a few minutes, then smiled—a real smile, he saw, the first one. “That’s him,” she said. “That’s my father.”
“Ott a sétányon, a hársfák alatt, ahol a cseresznyefák virágba borultak…” (“There on the path, under the linden trees, where the cherry trees had blossomed…”) a mester es margarita hangoskonyv
He never turns around.