Az alma jutalma

Kiment az almavető vetni a présbe az almát… lett belőle harminc-, hatvan-, száz liter almalé….

An apple’s reward Now is the time for making apple-juice. I am on top of a blue stepladder throwing apples into the press below. I am ever so often amazed to handle those little round red, green, yellow little marvels. As if they were starting to speak. Some of them of course drop down rolling under the press. Some of them are spotted, and again some appear with a black hole due to a wasp sting. Such ones need an operation. The rotten parts need to be cut out, otherwise they would infect as it were the intact parts of the apple, giving them a bad after-taste. Some of the apples fall on the belt turning round and round. They need to be given some help to join the other apples. Some apples fall victim of the rotating blade, either because the are too big for the hole or too small, therefore they have to unite with other small apples. They need special treatment of course. Finally, there are some apples which drop into the press properly producing a crop —thirty, sixty or even a hundred times what was expected. He who has ears, let him har.