An unfathomable loss.
Ágnes Hegedűs Mari Jászai award-winning Hungarian actress has been gone for 51 years today. At the tragically young age of 44, he was overcome by an incurable disease on August 22, 1973.
Many people loved him and remember him to this day. He received one of his most beautiful greetings in 2009 from Anna Földes:
Dear Agi!
If you were among us, I would congratulate you by phone or send you an e-mail on your birthday, with some comforting words: try to bear your age and the accompanying, mostly not very pleasant phenomena, cheerfully! That the years have drawn folds on your formerly ashy, tight skin, and that you can no longer play most of the main roles you missed until now. You probably don’t have to put up with the smaller, but certainly worthy of you stage heroes, even episodic characters, or invisible acquaintances voiced on the airwaves. I would like to remind you of what you yourself said so wisely on the pitch, that when you were young and blonde, you were neither Solvejg nor Júlia bursting with adolescent passion. You weren’t born naive, you were born a character actor. It is true, in our memory you have remained to this day Regan and Mama Kurázsi, Erzsébet Angliai and Bélán Orbán. At eighty years old, but hopefully with your physical and mental strength, you can be happy in your civil life about the success of your architect son and the fact that your great-grandson was born not so long ago.
However, this greeting is undeliverable in the absence of an addressee.
Life has robbed you not only of the main roles that are rightfully yours, but also of the decades. I looked it up this week, just 36 years ago that the Theater in the columns of the magazine I lamented how much earlier the actor portrait you deserved (should have) been drawn. The dossier bearing your name in the rich archive of the Theater Institute is heartbreaking because it proves that you were truly evaluated and praised in the national and professional press almost only after your death.
