They were often seen walking arm in arm on the banks of the Tisza, and when they and Kupeczky talked slovak together, every one turned at the sound of the strange language, wondering which of the many it was that had been invented at the Tower of Babel.
"St. Peter's Umbrella"
Kálmán Mikszáth
So his sons set out to look for him, and it turned out the old fellow had got soft-headed, and had taken to wandering about in the slovak villages, where the sons now and then heard of him from people who had seen him; and then one day, they found his dead body in the Garam."
"St. Peter's Umbrella"
Kálmán Mikszáth
And she can't even speak slovak nor Hungarian!
"St. Peter's Umbrella"
Kálmán Mikszáth