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Comparing Notes

Vivien Fedor

Lisa and Tom, a young couple, went on a date on a Friday night. They watched a beautiful romantic comedy film. Both of them really like going to the cinema; they are real movie geeks. After watching the movie in the cinema, they sat down for a coffee to talk about it.

Lisa: Right at the beginning I really liked the intro music, and it got me into the mood.

Tom: The visuals were fantastic too. And what do you think about the characters?

Lisa: I think all of the characters were lovable, funny, and kind. But my favourite was definitely Jack. He had a really interesting accent and a beautiful voice. And I just think he had the best lines. And you?

Tom: I agree that all of them were well-written characters. Starting with their outfits, hair and makeup. And I also think that they found the right actors for the job. And what do you think about the film acting-wise?

Lisa: I found the acting delivery on spot. I could really feel the emotions through their voices. They are all very talented.

Tom: Indeed they are, especially for how young they are.

Lisa: And what did you think about the locations and set designs?

Tom: They were gorgeous, simple but beautiful. They chose the best places in Paris. They used nice colours for the set designs and just the right accessories for the characters. And what was music like?

Lisa: I think the music choices were also amazing. Some of them were quite emotional and moving. The one that even made me cry and became my favourite scene of all was the one when Jack wrote to Emily. The song was very pretty. He has a really beautiful singing voice as well. What was your favourite scene?

Tom: The proposal on the beach. The scenery was breathtaking … wait, the waiter  is coming to us, do you already know what you want to order, or do you need help?

Lise: No thanks! I will order the usual.

Waiter: Can i take your orders?

Lisa: Yes please, I’d like a caramel coffee with some sugar. And you, Tom?

Tom: I would like a hot chocolate with cinnamon.

Waiter: Unfortunately, we ran out of cinnamon.

Lisa: They ran out of cinnamon.

Tom: Ohh, it will be fine without it, thank you.

Waiter: OK! They will be ready in a couple of minutes.

Lisa: Thank you!

Tom: And how about the ending of the movie?

Lisa: The best ending ever. Beautiful wedding wows and the perfect song.

Tom: Yes, it was a beautiful ceremony indeed, it was so moving that both of them teared up like that.

Lisa: Oh, wish I could have seen the wedding dress, how was it?

Tom: Obviously gorgeous! I imagine just as much as the ending song, which I wish I could have heard!

Lisa: I think we put it together very well. Good thing you can see me and I can hear you!

Tom: Yeah, we make a good team, an unusual one, but a great one.

Going For It

Bettina Czékus


Amelia and Freddie’s living room


AMELIA:  (nearly crying) Alright, guys, I give up. I just won’t have a profession. Universities are for smart people. I don’t belong to them.

FREDDIE: Then what are you going to do? You don’t want to go to college and you don’t want to work. Mum and dad won’t let you spend all their money.

HARRY: Dude, why don’t you write a book? I mean if it’s good, you can earn lots of money and you’re done for the rest of your life.

AMELIA: (super excited with high hopes) You know what? That’s exactly what I’m going to do. (leaves room)

FREDDIE: Man, why did you tell her that? You know my sister. It’s going to be a failure.

HARRY: What if it’s not?

Two days later.

AMELIA: Hey Freddie! I finished my book! Would you like to read it?

FREDDIE: Sure. What is it about?

AMELIA: Well the story is kind of extraordinary. It’s about two giraffes who discuss the meaning of their life; however, I’m sure loads of people will relate to them and realize that their life is just as meaningless as a giraffe’s until they decide to bring the best out of it.

FREDDIE: Wow, sounds good! Let’s see…


The giraffe story

Elliot (giraffe)
Ralph (giraffe)

A savanna

ELLIOT: My dearest friend, Ralph! What is your biggest dream?

RALPH: (thinking) I would say not to be eaten by a lion. Alright, tell me, what’s wrong?

ELLIOT: I’ve been thinking a lot….

RALPH: Yeah, you do that several times a day.

ELLIOT: We do nothing. We live our days the same. It’s so monotonous. Why don’t we do something fun? What are we gonna tell our children? I’m such a boring giraffe. Like … you know I don’t differ from anyone. I’m not special. Then why do I live?

RALPH: (quietly) Oh! This idiot and his conceptions! But probably it’s true now. (turns to Elliot) Alright, what do you want to do about it, then?

ELLIOT: I want to travel and see the aurora borealis!

RALPH: You silly giraffe! It’s freezing there! That’s a stupid idea. I can’t believe you just said that. My mum was right when she said I shouldn’t make friends with you.

ELLIOT: So you’re not coming?

RALPH: What? Of course I’m not. You’re out of your mind.

ELLIOT: Goodbye then, mate! It was a pleasure knowing you.

RALPH: You’re going?


RALPH: (talking to himself) Someone has to take care of this idiot giraffe. I can’t let him go alone. (turns to Elliot) Wait. I’m going with you.


Back to the present


Amelia’s room

AMELIA: (takes the papers out of Freddie’s hands)

FREDDIE: Hey, I’m not finished yet!

AMELIA: You can read it after it’s published. I talked to a company and I have a consultation with them on Monday, but the manager seemed to like my idea.

FREDDIE: Wow, that’s great! Congratulations. So when it’s going to be published? I’d really like to know the ending.

AMELIA: I don’t know yet. It takes a pretty long time.

FREDDIE: Alright, tell me then. Do they see the aurora borealis?

AMELIA: (laughing) Who knows?


A Nice Article

Zsófia Szabina Gávris

Act 2, Scene 1

Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA running after him.

Oh my dear Demetrius, wait for me and listen to me!
I love you with all my heart and I’ll never give up on you.
Please choose me over beautiful Hermia, who never loved you.

Leave me alone!
Why can’t you understand me, Helena?
I can’t manage to have feelings for you, because my feelings can’t be controlled;
You are asking me to do something I am not able to do.

I understand you, but please let my try.
I will make you fall in love if you let me.
We could have a beautiful future and a lovely life together, don’t you think?

No!! I don’t think the same way as you do.
The more you force me to be in love,
The more I am starting to hate you.

Enter a news REPORTER.

My people, my lovebirds, you seem to be playful lovers,
Just the ones I am searching for!
Would you be so kind as to tell me a few words about yourselves, your love life,
And everythiiiing about each other?
It could happen to be a nice article.

First of all, don’t you dare call us either lovers or lovebirds.
There is nothing between us, and there will never be.
I am her platonic love and nothing more.
And if you excuse me,
I have better and more important things to do.

Demetrius exits.

Oh, gentle reporter, excuse his reaction.
He is a bit upset and disorganised at the moment,
But on other days he is a lovely, smooth man,
As sweet as honey and shiny as the Sun.
Our relationship is very unique, because he is shy and hasn’t yet confessed his love.
We have our ups and downs, but it is worthwhile to put in the effort.
He is—

The reporter interrupts her.

I am sorry ma’am, maybe I misunderstood something.
Didn’t he say that he is not in love with you?
I mean, he seemed like he was telling the truth.
Have you ever thought about how he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings?
In my opinion, you should see clearly in this situation and think about these things.

Noooo, this is absolutely impossible.
It can’t happen … or can it?
Oh my God … what … what if you are right?
No, no, no, no…. it can’t be real!
It can’t be….

Helena bursts into tears.

Dear lady, I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I just thought you deserved to know the whole truth.
I feel sorry for you, honestly.

Thank you, but please leave me alone.
I need some time with myself.

Reporter leaves; Helena continues crying.

A Midsummer Night’s Gestalt

Gréta Tóth

(Act 2, Scene 1)

It is your choice, Oberon, if you want to see the boy ever again. If so, you can stay with us. But if you decide you are unwilling and try to take him away, I swear by my great-grandmother’s name that I will take the boy somewhere where you cannot find him ever. Mark my words, Oberon, and make a decision!

How dare you take the boy away, Titania? It is not your job to raise him. Give him to me, and I will teach him how to become a great man.

I refuse to!                             

She turns away and starts running but bumps into something.

Oh, I’m so sorry, my dear. I didn’t mean to run into you. You know, I’m rather in a hurry right now, but I couldn’t help hearing you and your beloved man arguing. How lucky you are, I came just in time. I bet this must be a sign: a sign that your love is meant to be and it was my fate to come here this night. But wait, let me introduce myself: I am Aloys, the best of all marriage counselors.                                        

He bows to both Titania and Oberon.

I have worked with many young couples, and let me tell you the truth: I’ve never failed so far. So don’t be afraid, beautiful lady, we will save your marriage. But young lovers, would you please tell me the whole story and everything about your partner that bothers you? You know, this is the most efficient therapy, and here I am, a hero who willingly gives up his free time to save your pure love.

I’ve had enough of this nonsense, fairies, come with me!

They exit.

Wait a second! Running away from the problem is the worst thing one could do. Please, come back and we can talk this out. And we can—

(Shouting) Run, Titania! Just run away! And you can hide the boy too, but I’ll come chasing after you until I find both of you!

These emotions are so deep, my fellow man. Go ahead, speak your mind. I promise you will feel much better. Let me help you conquer dear Titania’s heart again. We can work this out; just don’t give up your hopes.

Enough! Leave me alone, you fool!                                                 

He exits.

As from a Voyage

Gergely Sülye

…As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him.

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 2, Scene 1

And how do you know that boy’s will
To be eagerly under your care is true?
Has he ever conversed with you,
Or asked for protection on his mother’s bill?
I shall see if what has been said holds up,
Because it only takes a word from me;
And the boy will be here.

It is not the boy’s wish nor mine,
His mother’s honor is what commends my
Heart and body to respect what and
Everything she left behind.

Enter the boy.

Where am I? Who is there?

Fear not, it is I the fairy king Oberon
And Titania, my one and only queen.

You have been summoned to answer;
Do you want to stay within my protection,
Or do you wish to join up with Oberon?
Don’t hesitate to talk, dear.

I don’t want to be here.

Do you find her presence unsightly?
Shall we go to a different place,
Like an empty field that’s flowery?

No, I don’t know who you are. I want to go home.

It seems you have misunderstood the question.
We want to know your opinion:
With which one of us you would be comfortable?
Under whose protection?

Please! I didn’t do anything wrong! Let me go home!

Titania, your faults know no bounds.
You have made an innocent young boy cry
With nothing at that, but words.
I don’t know what your intention is,
But he will have to go back home nigh,
And he shall stay until you have better reasons.

The Surprise of the Century

Dorottya Turza


Dear Sir Bottom, I hope you have a convincing excuse for why you called for me so unexpectedly. I spend the greater part of my time reading, but your sudden outburst kept me from the pleasure of finishing my most precious book.

Good evening to you too, dear Sir Peter Quince! If I must ask where you left your manners. Is this the way you should greet such a noble and humble person as myself?

My apologies for the rude behavior. If you would be so kind to tell me what is the urgency that you can not wait for the first rays of the sun.

First, Peter Quince, I must say I am very surprised and a little disappointed that you of all people do not know MY trouble.

Dear Sir Bottom, please leave the half sentences and start what you have to say. You assume that I am a patient man, but I can tell you my forbearance is also limited. So if you could be so indulgent and grow to the point, then I would be extremely grateful.

Peter Quince, I give you my word, for that which I am about to say is truly worth your time. With all my heart, I, Nick Bottom, had time to think over a lot of things. To the point where I came to the conclusion that Pyramus and Thisby is too average to be worthy of my unwordy acting skills.

… Excuse me?

I must say the first time I came upon this piece, I indeed saw great potential in it. I wished to be a part of this magnificent play full of possibilities. My role Pyramus is an exceptional person. Not just a lover. Nor just a tragic character. His shape is free and easy. One may call him a handsome man. He dresses very well. He is very genteel, he has a good air. He has a fine presence and a noble gait. He is the statue of perfection, but he has not at all pleased me. I can hardly believe it. Why?! Why can not he satisfy me? Now I know the reason. Such a wonderful man can not be a challenge for me, because he reminds me too much of another admirable person, of myself.

So you should like to—

If I could ask for your full attention, as I have not finished yet—

No! You listen to me, Nick Bottom! I believe I have heard enough to determine your problem. You wish to quit the play for the reason that it is not as challenging as you thought. But I might know how to solve this issue.

I am all ears.

You shall act the opposite way.

Ehh?! What are you saying? Such foolishness.

Do not be ignorant! Think of it as the surprise of the century. Just imagine it for a second. The high and mighty Pyramus is not his real self. He is a completely new man. That you could shape into this tragic lover that we could all feel sorry for. You can turn a kind, gentle nobleman into a lonely, abandoned and pathetic person. That could cause such disbelief.

Peter Quince… that is brilliant! The turn that nobody suspects. I love it! A Pyramus just as pitiful as a slave girl… That’s a sight for sore eyes. With this I would make the audience fill up with tears and sobs. Now I have an idea! We shall all act differently!

Though ever so willing, we cannot.

What prevents us?

It surely would be a chaos that we could not manage. If we go on the stage like that, we may pass away before the curtain is drawn.

Well, there’s no accounting for taste.


(Author’s note: I used English Dialogues Upon the Most Common Subjects of Life. Dr. Johann Christian Fick, 1813 to gather ideas for using the older English style in the conversation between Quince and Bottom.)

Let Him Roar Again

Dávid Csáki

I will roar, that I will do any man’s heart good to hear me; I will roar,
that I will make the duke say ‘Let him roar again, let him roar again.’

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 2

That’s very brave of you, but are you sure you’re as good as a real lion?

Not just any lion, but the greatest lion of them all. If you don’t believe me, let us put my skills to test. I demand you bring me a real lion so we can compare our roars.

That is ridiculous! Where are we going to find one, anyway?

I am glad you asked, because I heard rumors about a wild lion rampaging in a nearby village. The situation seems to be out of control, and that beast has killed over thirty people there.

Are you speaking the truth? And if you are, are your sources reliable? If that is the case. it is our lucky day.

My source gave his word for it; both he and I are speaking the plain truth.

Very well. Let us go on a journey to capture the beast. We will help the people of the village, and you can have your little showdown with the lion afterwards. Don’t let us down, or we might end up giving the part to the lion after all.

It is a profitable solution for both ends. You will see that my roars are no different, if not better, than those of a wild lion. You will be convinced that at least one of my parents has to be a beast. That I can guarantee. If I end up failing you, I will surrender myself for the lion to eat.

We’re leaving no later than tomorrow morning. I like your confidence and bravery. Reminds me of some kind of animal.


Act 1, Scene 1

Bertalan Szegi

Theseus and Hermia are arguing.


So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.


Take time to pause; and, by the next new moon–
The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
For everlasting bond of fellowship–
Upon that day either prepare to die
For disobedience to your father’s will,
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would;
Or on Diana’s altar to protest
For aye austerity and single life.

William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, Scene 1.

                                                        He exits.

                                                  Enter Hermia’s mother.   

Hey my dear. Its been a long time since I saw you. How are your things going? Hey, what’s the problem? I see you are sad.

Oh, you know I’m in love with Lysander, but my father wants me to marry Demetrius. Recently Theseus told me that if I withstand my father I have two choices; the first one is lifelong chastity as a nun worshipping the goddess Artemis; and the second one is death. I just want to love Lysander; you know that I don’t want to marry Demetrius, but I don’t wanna die or go into lifelong chastity. I don’t know… maybe I will run away with Lysander.

Chill, my dear. Sit down and let me tell you a story about your father and me. It will be such a disappointing story, so please sit down and listen carefully. Preferably please don’t inerrupt me, because I don’t want to leave anything out of the story.

Oh Mom, I have become curious!

Our story begins two years before you born. Me and your father were twenty years old when we met at a theatrical performance. It was love at first sight. We talked a lot and had a lot of fun together. A bit later my father told me that I should marry Maximus, the son of a rich gentleman. I told my parents that I wanted to be Egeus’s wife. They were disappointed and asked me why. I told them the truth, I told them that I love Egeus and I don’t want to marry Maximus because he is ugly. I told them that Maximus could be the richest person in the world, I couldn’t love him my whole life. After this conversation they gave me the same choices as Theseus gave you recently: lifelong chastity or death. I told them that I’d rather die than marry Maximus. My mother started to cry, and my father tried to comfort her. He told me to change my way of thinking by the next week. I didn’t want to wait till the next week, so I went to Egeus and we figured out a plan. We were to meet at the border of our town and escape from the city at night and live a worryless life together. Our plan was perfect. No one guessed what we were planning. We successfully reached the border of our town and started to walk towards the forest. We were on the road for three days when our food and water supply ran out, so we started to search after some food. Its took us seven days to find another town where we could settle down, but unfortunately we didn’t have enough money to buy a house so both of us worked hard to earn a lot of money to buy a place where we could live. It took us almost one year to escape and settle down, and when there were no problems in our lives, our parents found us. They were mad and tried to bring us back to our town. We told them that if they brought us back, somehow, we would run away again and they couldn’t stop us. We told them that they didn’t need to worry about us because we had a house and a good income so we could live a worryless life. Our parents had a two-hour-long conversation, and finally they agreed with us. That’s how we escaped with our love, and that’s how we settled down in a different town.

Oh my god Mom…

So don’t worry, my dear, I will talk about this with your father. He will understand your problem, and he will let you be with your love.

Thanks, Mom, I don’t know how can I thank you.

You do not need to thank me for such a thing.

                                                             They exit.

Something Even Stranger: Variations on “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”

Áron Antal


Oh, my dear love Lysander,
I got on this way here so tired,
Where shall we rest, my dear?

Well my dear Hermia,
If you got tired,then
I must go to sleep as well,
‘Cause our heart and blood
Will be the same by next month.

Then here we’ll lie
Here next the river bank
Where you can rest
Your head on my breast.

Hermia, don’t you think
That we should remain innocent!
Till the day of the marriage
I can’t do such perv things.

Shall it be as you wish,
Then here, have this
Sleep on the moss
Instead of my bosom.

I got tired as you
So we shall sleep
To get the time passed
Until the marrie day.

They rest and fall asleep.

HELENA and DEMETRIUS arrive in the forest.

You can’t outrun me, my love.

You perv, leave me alone!

HELENA hides behind a tree.

You can run, but you can’t hide!


For my luck I can hide
So saving my own hide
From that jerk Demetrius.
I got so tired in the chase
That I must go to sleep here
Along this bank where
Demetrius can’t find me.

Falls asleep, not recognising that next to her lie LYSANDER and HERMIA.


I searched for hours now
But could not find no
Athenian woman lying
On the ground.

He falls over.

What is this, oh,
I found what I have
Searched for all night
That Athenian woman
Oberon told me about!
I shall do what I’m meant
And squeeze this flower’s nect—

Squeezes the flower into Helena’s eyes.

I did what I had to
But just look:
There is some flower left.
So what should I do with that?
I think the best
Is to throw it away, alas.

Throws the flower away, and it lands in HERMIA’S eyes.

DEMETRIUS enters, searching for HELENA, waking up both HELENA and HERMIA; both of them see him first.

Oh my dear love, stranger,
I don’t know a way to say
Something even stranger,
But I feel true love for you!

Who are…..

Oh dear Demetrius,
I’ve been a fool
To reject your love!

What dare you say about
My lover, my dear stranger?

My heart is meant for Hermia.
Leave me alone you strange
Woman, whom I just met.

HERMIA chases DEMETRIUS, followed by HELENA, who chases them both.

LYSANDER starts waking up.

Hermia my dear, what’s
That noise I just heard?
Hermia! Hermia!? Hermia?
Where have you gone,
She must have thought
From how I acted
That I don’t love her
And ran away, leaving me here,
For some animal to eat.
Where did you go, Hermia?

Exits, to search for HERMIA.