The snow was falling so heavily that it made him drunk at one point. Girl, big clumps of snow the size of a child's fist fell from the sky, and we held our faces up to let it fall on us.
We laughed a lot when a small pile of snow stopped on the tip of our noses, and we cheered when it melted on us. We threw soft lumps of snow at each other and couldn't stop laughing.
Our mother forgot all about us, like we forgot about our lunch. It was already dark, quite dark, only the snow was shining, and we were still frolicking in the snow, and we were happy to be free. And we didn't quarrel as usual, and for all our merriment we didn't miss the strange boy-friend as usual.
Here was the glorious snowfall for mates.
One of my three brothers shouted out:
- Let's make a snowman!
- Hurrah, hurrah!" and we started to roll the snow.
But we soon realised that we were in for a big job, it was not an evening out for children tired of fresh snow. Our balls were rolling, we were sweating from bending over and fumbling in the snow, and we were all very happy when my youngest brother, who had meekly wandered far away from us, took you away:
- Snowman!
- Where is it? Where is it?
- Here! Here! A real snowman!
We can move forward. At the fence of the small flower garden in front of the mansion stood some large artifact. It was white and covered from top to bottom with snow. It was motionless. It had a thick waist, no legs, and instead of a head it had a big ball in the top.
It was snowing heavily. The darkness was thickening.
- Is that the snowman? - I asked suspiciously. I was the oldest of the four of us, the cleverest, and I was suspicious how a snowman had got here so soon.
- Of course it is!" my brothers screamed.
- Who would have done it?
- Marci did it, the driver! - "He told me today that he's making a snowman, that you have to climb on top of it with his snowman...
The snowman was indeed very big. Bigger than real people. It was scary, though. No one dared to approach him. We stood a little way off, watching it, and we just stood there, bobbing in the snow.
- My snowman! - said Laci.
- Well, if it's yours, go for it! - cried Joska.
Lacika cowardly moved next to me, the strongest.
- Eriggy you! - he shouted.
- Not for me! - Joska backed away.
We stood helpless, looking cowardly at the horrible animal.
- Maybe not a snowman, but a real person? - Pista thought so too.
- How could he be a real man, I said, he would have told me!
- Let's have a look! - said Joska.
- "Eriggy, come on!" he encouraged so freshly that even the brave Jóska was startled.
- Don't you dare? - Lacika asked.
- Me?! - snapped up Joska-
- You!
- Of course I dare!
He went straight away, and took a long detour to the other side, from where he stared at us.
And we began to negotiate, shouting at the top of our lungs, because we could barely see him in the thick snowfall, in the dark. And we shouted to each other as if we were a whole kilometre out in the wilderness.
- Is it snow from there too?" squealed Lacika.
- From here too! - yelled Joska.
- Then it really is snow!
- Of course you do!
We listened to this.
Jóska shouted a terribly loud one:
- Pistaaa! - as if calling to the ferryman on the other side of the Tisza.
- Heee!" - Pista called back in the same way.
- Do you hear what I'm saying?
- Halooom!
- I'm on to something.
- What?
Joska made a funnel with his two hands to his mouth - he shrieked:
- You have to test whether the snowman is really a snowman!
- Good!
- Do you know how?
- No!
Jóska giggled quite quietly, but of course we could hear him, because he was close to us.
Then he started the battle message again:
- Shall I tell you how?
- Meeg!
- Make a good hard ball!
- Why?
- Hihi... Csaaak!... I'm doing it too! You all do... You all do?
- We do!
- Just do it!
We bent down and kneaded the snow; we made good hard balls of it.
- Got it?!" shouted Jóska.
- Meeeg! - we trumpeted.
- Well, go ahead now. One, two, three-oh-oh!
The bullets were fired on the beat. For the snowman's head. Oh, we were fresh for this, we thought up a plan for the Sons-in-law!
At that moment we heard a hellish roar.
The snowman exploded, and with a thunderous sound he tore at us:
- "Hey, that chain-lobbed teringette!" and spat on the snow. What am I? Am I a snowman? I'll put this stick between your necks!
We got our feet on the ground. Come on, scatter like chickens!
It was only in the kitchen that we woke up from our fright.
The shepherd, who was waiting for my father in the yard, was still making noise and wiping snowballs from his eyes and mouth. In his great coat, down to the ground, his gentleman's hat, covered with snow, he would have made a good snowman in the daytime.
- I was just waiting to see how this foolishness would turn out! - he shouted. - That I would be a snowman! Fi! I'll be damned if I'm going to eat this snow, it's making my nose stuffy.
He was a real prude, and we made him laugh so hard that we didn't stop until spring.
All Joska had to do was to command:
- One, two, three-aa-rom! - we were already rolling on the ground, and the angry snarl of the angry snowman was ringing in our ears.
