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    At School at Last
    At School at Last
    At School at Last
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    At School at Last

    By Janikovszky Éva

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    What joy and pride is associated with one's first school satchel! This happy fact is proof that its wearer is now a schoolchild. Danny proudly, happily wends his way to school, where his enthusiasm wanes somewhat but his curiosity grows. To the question put by grown-ups, "Is school a good thing?" - Danny cannot provide an answer. Sometimes it's good, sometimes bad. His little friend Kitty, who has had to stay another year in nursery school, is curious to know what good school is at all, together with the ability to write, read and count. She decides that she will stay at nursery school because she wants to become a nursery-school teacher, and they teach that in nursery school anyway. Don't they? We recommend Éva Janikovszky's playfully written, jolly little book, with its enchantingly colourful illustrations by László Réber, to lower-year schoolchildren and to their parents alike. Translated by Andrew C. Rouse.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMóra Kiadó
    Release dateDec 5, 2020
    ISBN9789631188400
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      At School at Last - Janikovszky Éva

      ÉVA JANIKOVSZKY

      At School at Last

      ILLUSTRATED BY LÁSZLÓ RÉBER

      The translation was made

      on the basis of the following edition:

      Janikovszky Éva: Már iskolás vagyok

      Móra Publishing House, Budapest, 2008

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,

      stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form,

      or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording,

      or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher.

      The publishing house’s books can be purchased at a discount

      from the company’s website: www.mora.hu

      Translated by

      ANDREW C. ROUSE

      ÉVA JANIKOVSZKY

      LITERARY FOUNDATION

      Your donations are greatly appreciated!

      Tax Identification Number: 18114933-1-41

      Bank Account Number: 10700024-45441406-51100005

      www.janikovszky.hu

      Text © Estate of Éva Janikovszky, 2010

      Illustration © Estate of László Réber, 2010

      English translation © Andrew C. Rouse, 2010

      English edition © Móra Publishing House, 2010

      E-mail: [email protected] • Webshop: www.mora.hu

      On the last day we went to nursery school everybody loved us very much and we loved everyone very much.

      Even the dinner lady wept when we said goodbye, and she told me I was a little treasure and she would never forget me.

      The only strange thing about that was that it had never occurred to me that the dinner lady could ever forget me. Which is why I asked her if she’d forget the others.

      Then the dinner lady smiled and said she wouldn’t forget the others, either, but that she’d remember me to the end of her life, because once I had asked her how she made marrow stew, because it was always good here but never at home. That’s why.

      Both nursery-school teachers were there when we said our goodbyes.

      Miss Edmunds stroked my head, and said, How time flies! It’s as though it was only yesterday that your mother brought you here for the first time! Do you remember?"

      And I did remember, I remembered exactly that first day, and I was very happy that I did, because that meant that now I had memories too, and I’d thought that only grown-ups had memories. Or perhaps it was just that I’d grown up so much.

      Mrs Farley kissed me too, and her eyes were full of tears.

      You will come and visit us sometimes, won’t you? she asked, as if we were off on a long journey.

      Then even I began to get a lump in my throat, because I simply couldn’t imagine that from now on I would only ever go to nursery school as a visitor.

      I’d been looking forward to being a schoolchild for a long time, it’s just that it hadn’t crossed my mind that then I wouldn’t

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