"I was born in Szekszárd in 1921. I became a Doctor of Laws in Budapest because I was afraid of filling out applications. As a fresh graduate, I managed to save a killer from death raw and I received what I deserved: I was taken to the front. I deserted the army, then caught and taken in again from grace. I was taken to Serbia as a prisoner from where I flew.

I saved a lot of money; I even competed. I was a passionate hunter before the war, but I lost interest. I worked as a mill supervisor, worker, crop collector; I owned a press in the country and worked as a dramaturge in a puppet show. Since I did not have children, I published solely tales for children until 1956. Now, I am a writer. It is more but also less than what I had been before in the undecided age of youth. I am obviously becoming old.

I never belonged to any groups and trend. I was always sure that I had to stay outside of every assembly because I naively believed that I could stay consistent as opposed to the committed. Naivety does not pay but I would not do it any differently."

(Miklós Mészöly )

The Mészöly Miklós Museum in the House of Literature can be reached starting from the Main Square of Szekszárd in the bend of the stream Séd. It is next to the house of birth of Mihály Babits. Polcz Alaine donated most of the heritage of Mészöly Miklós (1921-2001) to the town of Szekszárd in 2003.

The temporary exhibition in the House of Literature recalls the detail of the flat of Miklós Mészöly and Polcz Alaine true to reality. The surroundings that encircled the writer for over five decades was a kind of center of literature in the 50's. The writer colleagues and students visited Mészöly frequently. The library was furnished with antique furniture with a large Biedermeier desk standing in with the typewriter on it. Over the packed shelves paintings given by friends hung.

The bed covered with woolen blanket of Transylvania was in the study. Next to his head a medallion hung the ticket of the meeting of the Democratic Charta on 4, September 1992 and a souvenir from the USA. Yellow photos over his simple desk hung. Shelves around and over the bed covered the walls. There were over 2500 volumes in the rooms.