Memory of Kibalchich On June, I left the house and went to the country of Hungary for writing. Here I am already in Hungary. Hello, the city of Budapest, the keeper of the gray -haired antiquity! With his bridges, castles and Mount Gellert, with whom in time immemorial, the mob dropped in the nails (a hut, dug nourynx), a monk, so that he does not nonsense of the Hungarian population of Christianity. Since then, much has changed here. Public transport works well.