The cart pulling wheat rushed out of the village, and one, two, three ... yellow smoke rolled up behind the cart. Bells jingled, hooves clanged, red tassels whipped, drivers sang Hebei minor, and men sang female voices while holding their voices, which made him laugh! In a short time, the cart drove into the wheat field, and the members who followed it jumped off the cart one by one with ropes and wood rights in their hands. One of them missed his footing and hit his ass. The member who just stopped the sickle ran over to help move the wheat, return the wheat pile and load the car. Some pick it by weight, some grab it by hand, pick it up and throw it into the car. In a short time, every car was packed like a hill, and several people went up and put it on. There are some strong boys below, shouting their songs and shaking the "wringer". The rope with thick arms tied the wheat tightly ... When the cart was loaded, it was full and high. The young man driving first threw the fork off the car and the man climbed up. The handle of the carriage shook the whip solemnly and proudly, and passed by, and the animals in the long cover leaned against the axle again. As soon as they shouted "Drive", the cart roared back along the road, wobbling like a fat man who had eaten a lot of japonica rice stew. (Haoran: sunny day, P.1194-1195)
We climbed the levee through the thick snow, watching and drinking! The light is as bright as day. I suddenly realized that this must be the pumping station of Wanjin Agricultural Association. The caisson project is drawing to a close, a big pipe sucks water from the bottom of the pit like a black python, and the machine is ringing in a water pump room built by a reed mat. Many people wear long rubber boots and pants and work in ice water. The steel cable in the air lifts the cement precast blocks and sends them below. Half of the foundation wall for installing the pump has been built. Along the huge pit and criss-crossing wooden springboard, people carrying dirt are busy. The electric lights hanging in the air sway with the wind, and the snow and fog are spinning, shaking and flying like a roll of white blanket cloth. (Liu: A Warm Snowy Night and Collection of Short Stories Since the Founding of the People's Republic of China, p. 337)
Levin paid more attention to Ivan Palmi's and his wife. They are loading hay into the car not far from him. Ivan Palmi's standing in the car, accept, put away, trample on a large bundle of hay, this is his beautiful young wife deftly handed him. She picked it up one by one, and then put it on with a fork. The young peasant woman works leisurely, happily and flexibly. Compacted hay doesn't spread easily on her fork. First, she raked the hay loose, stuck it in with a fork, then pressed her whole body weight on the fork with agile and elastic movements, and then immediately bent her back with a red belt. She lifted herself up, lifted her plump chest under her white shirt, turned her fork flexibly and threw bundles of hay high into the car. Obviously, Ivan wants to reduce her unnecessary labor as much as possible. He quickly opened his arms, took the bundles of hay she threw, and laid them flat on Chedan. When she finished raking the last straw, the young peasant woman brushed the grass clippings that fell on her neck and cut the red scarf that hung down on her white forehead that was not tanned by the sun. She climbed into the car to help tie it. Ivan taught her how to tie the rope to the crossbar. After listening to her words, he laughed. From the expressions on their faces, we can see a strong, young and newly awakened love. ([Russia] lev tolstoy: Anna karenin, p. 402)
Behind the poplars, the wheat field stretches from the avenue to the top of the mountain like a dazzling yellow carpet. The wheat on the hillside has been cut and tied into bundles, but the wheat field at the foot of the mountain has just been harvested ... Six wheat cutters stand in a row, waving sickles, and the sickles are shining, and they all say "Fuxi, Fuxi!" Sound. From the action of the peasant woman who tied the wheat, from the face of the reaper, from the light of the sickle, we can see that the summer heat is roasting them and suffocating them. A black dog with its tongue sticking out ran towards the carriage from the reaper, probably trying to bark for a while, but stopped halfway and looked at Jane Niska. She shook her whip to scare her. It's so hot that the dogs don't bark! A peasant woman straightened up, put her hand on her aching back, and stared at Guo Ye Rusika's red cloth shirt. I don't know whether the red shirt caught her attention or whether he reminded her of her children. In short, she stood there motionless and stared at him for a long time ... ([Russia] Chekhov: Grassland, Selected Novels of Chekhov, p. 157)
Two brown horses have run north and disappeared, but Guido knows; They will stop soon, because they are tired, but the mare may continue to run to the edge of the lake bed and go back to the hill she is familiar with, where the truck can't be tracked. He drove the truck straight ahead and picked up speed, but a minute later, he caught up with the mare. He drove to the left of the mare because the foal ran to the right of the mare. He found the mare very big and wondered if it was really a wild horse. He drove beside the mare, looked at the mare's side and tried to find a seal, but the mare didn't seem to act like a seal. Then, through the window of his right head, he saw the lasso fly out and land on the mare's head. He also saw the mare's head held high and then flinched. He turned his head to the right, put his left foot on the brake and saw the mare dragging a tire to a stop. The free pony looked at the mare and walked quickly to her side. So he walked straight on, across the flat lake and river bed, to two black spots, which expanded rapidly until they became the two brown horses, who stood there quietly watching the coming trucks. He drove the truck among them. When they flew, Pailes, who was standing on the left, trapped a horse, and Guy trapped another horse almost at the same time. ([America] Miller: The Untimely Man, Collection of Contemporary American Short Stories, p. 170)
Good passage: a famous passage describing "worship"
As soon as he entered the church, a new atmosphere appeared before him. Several beggars and beggars are begging for alms, and God will repay these kind people in eternal life. Some devout people are kissing the feet of Jesus who was crucified, while others are kneeling outside the threshold. They raised their hands and eyes, as if fascinated by the illusion in the sky. The church was shrouded in darkness, and the light from more than a dozen candles burning on the silver candlestick could not illuminate it. On the lime floor of the church, people can be seen everywhere. Some of them lie prone on the ground, others bend all the way to the ground, as if trying to hide themselves humbly and piously. Anyone who looks at those motionless bodies will think that their souls have left them for a while and fled to a better world. ([Wave] Proust; Puppet, 15 1 page)
The priest then put on his cassock and white clothes. Finally, he lay on the ground. A servant caught it and sent it out. The ceremony began. Ralph Lenski retreated to a corner. I humbly asked for a burning charcoal and the cigarette began to curl up. Maids-in-waiting and pages also came out of the hall, and everyone was crowded at the door. Roska (dog's name), who never went downstairs, suddenly ran into the restaurant: people tried to drive him away, but he was even more flustered. At first, his feelings were wonderful, almost painful, and he could not clearly know his feelings himself. Maria Dimitriyev stood in front with a chair behind her. She crossed lazily and leisurely, just like a lady-for a moment she looked around, and then she suddenly rolled her eyes at the sky: she was obviously bored. Marfa Timofeev looked worried; Natasha karpov fell down and stood up again, making a slight and cautious sound on her clothes; As for Lisa, she has been standing in her position and has not moved. Judging from the fixed expression on her face, it is obvious that she is praying constantly and enthusiastically. After the ceremony, she went to kiss the cross and the priest's big red hand. ([Russia] Turgenev: The House of Nobles, p. 138, 139)
When the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines obliquely, sometimes on the golden clothes of the icons, and sometimes illuminates the dark and gloomy faces of the sages, and the bright light makes them dim. The dim candlelight was eclipsed. The church was empty, and all the cultivators went to work in the fields. Only a few old ladies with white headscarves were crowded in the corner by the door. Some people are sad-faced, with their cheeks propped up in their hands, sitting on the stone steps of the auxiliary altar and sighing loudly from time to time. Who knows if this is because they have done evil or because they are worried about housework? Some people fell to the ground and prayed for a long time. The cool wind blew in through the iron window lattice, sometimes lifting the tablecloth on the altar, sometimes blowing the priest's white hair, turning the pages of the Bible and blowing out the candles. The footsteps of priests and deacons on the stone floor echoed in the empty church, and their voices echoed sadly on the vault. On the high dome, Western jackdaw in the west is noisy, sparrows are chirping, flying from one window to another, and their flapping wings and bells sometimes drown out the voice of prayer ... ([] Goncharov: Ordinary Story, pages S62—363).
Adrijana Ivanovna took Xiao Lida, pulled the little boy up from the chair, knelt by the fire in the corner, and let the children kneel in front of her. The little girl is still shaking; But the little boy knelt on his bare little knee, raised a hand moderately, crossed correctly, kowtowed and touched the ground with his forehead, which seemed to make him particularly satisfied. Adrijana Ivanovna bit her lip and cried; She also prayed, straightening the boy's shirt from time to time, covering the girl's bare shoulders with a scarf taken out of the cupboard, without getting up or interrupting her prayer. ([Russia] Dostoevsky: Crime and Punishment, p. 2 14-2 15)
However, even in Rukovo, in this "slave village", a grand religious ceremony is always held every year. It was in August, and they traveled all over the county from village to village with the Virgin Mary on their backs. The day Julio was looking forward to, there was no wind and the sky was gloomy. The girls put on bright and gorgeous clothes early in the morning and went out to see their idols. It was only at night that they took it into the village, lined up seriously, held crosses in their hands, and sang songs, while the bells of the church across the river rang. A large group of people in the village and other villages blocked the streets, making noise and flying dust, and crowded together ... The old man, the old woman and Chiriac all reached out to the statue, looked at it eagerly and cried, "Mom, let's make a decision! Give us the master! " ([Russia] Chekhov; "Farmers" and "Selected Novels of Chekhov", p. 666)
From the church came the faint sound of chanting hymns, and at the same time came the mixed smell of cellar and incense burning. ..... At a quarter past eight, the organ in the church began to play in a low voice. O ... They all gathered in a corner, in front of which was a temporary altar with a newly decorated statue of Santirocco made by a workshop in the city. These figures knelt there, as if curled up into a ball and disappeared in the smoke, just like some frozen shadows, piled here and there, not much darker than the gray fog. Above them, the organ is constantly changing tunes. ([France] albert camus: Plague, p. 146)
Good paragraph: a famous paragraph describing "skill"
Chu tried to shoot Pandang's red heart after the camp, and even hit three arrows, which was praised by everyone. When it was time to raise funds, the generals said, "The archers are coming, 1", and Pan Dang became angry. "Why is my arrow not as good as raising an uncle?" Yang Yuji said, "It's amazing that you can hit the red heart; My arrow can pierce the Yang in a hundred paces! " The generals said, "How about a hundred paces?" Miracle said: "Once, someone recognized the color of a poplar leaf, and I shot it from a hundred paces away. It just passed through the center of the leaf, so people say that it takes a hundred paces to penetrate the poplar." The general said, "There are also poplars here. Can we try to shoot them? " Yao Ji said, "Why not?" The generals were overjoyed and said, "Today is my uncle's day to protect the arrow." Instead, I took a leaf of a poplar branch and painted it with ink so that the arrow wouldn't fall off. People will look at it, the arrow is caught by the poplar branch, and its arrow is piercing the heart of the leaf. Pandang said: "An arrow will even hit the middle ear. If I say, I will remember the third leaf, and you won't see the owner until you hit it. " Yao Ji said, "I'm afraid not, but I'll try." Pandang was different in height on the poplar, scribbling three leaves and writing the words "one", "two" and "three". I also recognize the foundation, take a hundred steps back. I will also record the number of "one", "two" and "three" in the three vectors, followed by the next one, which is not bad. The generals surrendered and said, "It's a god to raise an uncle!" Although Pandang is secretly amazed, it is inevitable to show his strengths. He said: "It happened that my uncle's camera was raised. Although I can kill people by force, my shot can penetrate several layers of armor, so I should try it for you. " All the generals said, "I want to see it." Pandang told his entourage to take off their armor and fold it to the fifth floor. People will say; "That's enough." Pandang changed to the second floor, and * * * was the seventh floor. People think, "seven layers of armor, almost a foot thick, how can you shoot it?" The Pandangpai spread seven layers of armor on the sculpture. Standing a hundred paces away, he rolled up a black bow, waved a spike arrow, held Mount Tai in his left hand and held a baby in his right. He looked straight at it and tried his best to deliver it. Bang, he cried, "I got it!" I saw the arrow on it, but I didn't see it fall. Everyone stepped forward and cheered in unison, saying, "Good arrow, good arrow 1". The bow is strong, and this arrow goes straight through seven layers of solid armor, such as nails. It is firmly worn and cannot be shaken. Pandang was furious and told the sergeant to take off his armor and take an arrow, hoping to boast about the camp. "Don't move: I tried to shoot an arrow, too, and I don't know what it was like." The generals said, "It depends on the magical power of the foster uncle." The bow is in his hand, and he wants to shoot it again. People will say; "How can Uncle Yang not shoot?" Miracle said, "It's not unusual to wear a letter like this. I have a way to send an arrow. " As he spoke, he took an arrow, whizzed it out and shouted, "Just right:" This arrow; I can't go up or down, I can't go left or right, I just shot Pandang's arrow at cuckoo. The arrow from the cave base still passes through the hole in the armor. When people look at it, they all spit out their tongues. Pan Dangfang was convinced and sighed: "I can't lift my uncle's wonderful hand, nor can I have my breadth (Feng Menglong and Cai Zhu: History of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, pp. 522-523).
The old man nodded again and picked up the guy. Wang Sansheng stared at the crossbow and shook his gun. His face is very ugly. The old man's black eyes are deeper and smaller, like two fragrant heads. As the gun turned in front of him, Wang Sansheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. Those two black eyes seem to suck the spear head into the outside of I 4, which has been surrounded by wind and rain. Everyone thinks the old man is really good. In order to avoid those eyes, Wang Sansheng played a gun skill. The old man's yellow beard moved: "Please." Wang Sansheng slammed a gun and bowed forward. The spear head went to the old man's throat, and the spear tassel made a red spin. Suddenly, the old man's body came alive, leaned forward slightly, put down the gun, hung the front handle, and then took Wang Sansheng's hand. Bang, bang, bang, Wang Sansheng spilled his gun. Long-distance call Well, Wang Sansheng's face and chest are purple, so he grabbed his gun. A flower turned over with a gun, and the tip of the gun ran among the old people. The old man's eyes flashed black and his legs flexed slightly. He put the handle on his crotch, put the handle on the gun rod he was about to take back, patted it, and the gun fell to the ground again. There is a sound outside. Wang Sansheng was sweating like a pig. He stopped picking up the gun and looked at the crossbow. The wood was there. The old man dropped the guy, picked up the big shirt, still dragging his legs, but walked quickly. The big shirt was draped over his arm and he came over and took a picture of Wang Sansheng. "Still have to practice, man:" (Lao She; "Ghost Gun" and "Selected Short Stories of Lao She", pp. 19-20)
This is the last moment! Fatigue is like a wind fossil on the roadside, oppressing his whole body. He doesn't know how to catch up with the long distance of 200 meters next. Judging from previous competitions, in such cases, nine times out of ten it was a failure. Failure, an athlete will have many unpleasant encounters with it in his life; However, it is precisely the failure that has helped many novices, turned them into excellent athletes, helped the excellent and became better ... Dugur has also failed many times; But now, he feels that he has only one way-winning J must win J. Thinking of this, he feels as if someone has injected a magical power into him, and the fatigue suddenly disappears! At this point, there is only one thought in his mind, "for him, surpass him!" " Sure enough, he seems to have changed his legs and ran like lightning: the distance was swallowed up by the huge and magical power pouring out of his heart, one meter and one meter, swallowed up ... When he came to the place about 100 meters away from the finish line, he turned into a flat shoulder in one breath. At this time, Zimmerd also tried his best to make a final stab at him ... The tension was fierce, so thrilling ... Some female audiences, unable to bear such excessive tension, let out a cry ... However, there was only a huge voice in Dugur's ear: "For him, surpass him!" Suddenly, he caught up with him,-meters, two meters, three meters ... At the end, he pushed Zimidra more than ten meters away. (Malaqinfu's Prairie of Flowers, Collection of Short Stories Since the Founding of the People's Republic of China, pp. 633-63 1)
Only eight rounds out of ten. Thomas's nose is bleeding, and so is the upper part of his eyes. But he always punches forward without hesitation, slowly driving the other side exhausted with a terrible, thoughtless and mechanical force. In the eighth round, the black man was unable to raise his fist. Thomas took the opportunity to punch the black man in the forehead with his right fist, and then pressed the black man on the table. The black man stood up after counting to "eight", indecisive and unable to defend himself, while Thomas, with a bloody face and a smile, jumped up and pounced on the black man without mercy, and punched the other side directly. From Gretchen's point of view, he was hit at least fifty times in a few seconds. The black man fell face down and the audience gave a deafening cry. The black man struggled to stand up, and one knee was almost cocked up. Thomas crossed his legs and stood alert, cruel and tenacious on the neutral ground. He seemed happy that his opponent stood up and continued to fight, but when the black man collapsed hopelessly on the bed board and was sentenced to ruin, Gretchen saw Thomas' smashed face and quickly flashed a disappointed expression. ([America] irwin shaw: The Rich and the Poor, p. 445)
Drums on both sides sounded: "Ready 1". The two sides are paired one by one. Each pair of wrestlers take a crouching posture, facing each other head-on, glaring at each other. The drums ordered, "Hold on! Catch it! " Each pair of wrestlers began to circle like a pair of cats. Drummers on both sides followed suit at this time, running around and covering behind the wrestlers. Every drummer drummed the names of the ancient wrestlers in the village, and their ghosts watched. A pair of wrestlers caught each other off guard by pretending to attack, and finally caught each other and started fighting. Before long, the two sides fought in the dust that was kicked, and the dust almost covered the line of sight of the screaming audience. It doesn't matter which side slides to the ground or both fall to the ground at the same time. Only when one side throws the other side down, lifts its body and throws itself to the ground can it win. ([America] Harry: Roots, page 43)
Good paragraph: a famous paragraph describing "marriage"
He took out chopsticks wrapped in red paper hidden in his boots. He hesitated, and his hand trembled slightly. He raised his head. He was a little timid, but he had to summon up the courage to pick up the veil on the bride's head and even put it on the eaves of the bed defiantly. A pink incense came to my nose. He raised his eyes and stole a glance at the bride. His heart was pounding. But he didn't see anything clearly. There are only some shaking beads and a pink face in front of him, but he doesn't know what kind of face it is. He heard someone whisper, "The bride is much taller". (Ba Jin: Autumn, p. 239)
She landed in the middle of a Sanma rubber-tyred car, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, blue satin cotton trousers below, new red satin embroidered shoes on her feet and red velvet flowers on her head, followed by a car, two trumpeters, four old men and two matchmakers. Red cloth stripes are hung on the horse's halter and the boss's whip. When the car drove into Guo Quanhai's new home, it was getting dark and the sun was stuck. Xin Niang's car is parked outside the gate. Small speakers are gathered around, and women and men follow. They looked at Liu Guilan wearing a red flower and a red cotton-padded jacket, as if they were strangers. Liu Guilan looked down and blushed. This red cotton-padded jacket is divided into fruits. It turned out to be too fat. Liu Guilan made it fit perfectly overnight, and women talked about her appearance and dress ... (Zhou Libo: Storm, p. 460)
After a while, Mangu saw many torches in the distance, often carrying the shadow of his hand, taking oil from a dark jar and then walking towards the torches. At the head of the wedding procession, there is the best band in the whole area. There are long silk strips floating on the drums on both sides, and decorations made of beads and shells are hung; The copper pipes of the two flutes sparkled with golden light under the flickering light of the torch; Weinaqin is beautifully decorated with dark yellow ears. Behind the band is a group of riders, whose beautiful feathers on the Baotou are as proud as peacocks. The rider's moustache was neatly trimmed, and the tip of the moustache was proudly upturned. The laggards beat the ribs of thin and half-dead horses with their heels in an attempt to make them dance, or at least raise their drooping heads, which are always dissatisfied with everything. Several riders stabbed and kicked their beautiful horses. The horses almost fell off their saddles when they jumped. They shouted several times, trying to win the sympathy of the people around them. The cavalry followed closely, and four elephants walked solemnly, with strings of small bells tied on their heads, necks, chests and limbs, making a pleasant sound. On the sedan chair set up on the elephant's back, sat a group of beautiful country girls, who snuggled shyly together. The girls' cheeks are flushed, and the pendants hanging under their ears are flashing rainbow colors. A sudden gust of wind blew away their shawls and headscarves, and they walked against the wind, just like fairies who hurried back to heaven after meeting their lovers on earth. ..... At the end of the wedding procession, there were some soldiers on foot. Their clothes rustle and give off a charming fragrance-the only gift that soldiers can give to girls and get their favor in this area is perfume. ([Pakistan] Kasmi: Burglary, a collection of short stories by Aina Kaslai? 0-7 1 page)
So this is a difficult day for Peter. Peter sat in the front corner of the house, knowing that his brow was furrowed. He thinks it's not good to make the bride look unhappy, but his eyebrows can't relax, as if they were sewn by a hard thread. He frowned at the guests, shook his hair and scattered snake grass on the table and Natalie's veil. She also lowered her head, slightly closed her eyes wearily, pale, scared like a child, and trembled with shame. "Wine is bitter,1"-this is the twentieth time that some people with red hair faces and twisted teeth have growled. Peter turned around like a wolf, without bending his neck, lifted his veil, and slammed his dry lips and nose on his cheek. He felt a coolness on her skin, just like touching satin, and her shoulders almost trembled with fear. He felt sorry for Natalie, and he was ashamed, but the crowded drinkers shouted again, "The groom won't!" " "Fuck your lips!" "Just call me a kiss ..." The drunken woman's voice screamed, "I kiss you 1" "Wine is bitter!" Basky shouted. Peter gritted his teeth and put his mouth on the bride's wet lips, which trembled. Her whole body is white and seems to melt, just like clouds in the sun. They are both hungry and haven't given anything to eat since yesterday. Peter drank two glasses of sparkling Qin Muliang Four Seasons wine because of the confusion of his mind and the strong smell of hops. He felt drunk, but he was afraid that the bride would notice. Everything around me is shaking. A group of ugly faces form a red bubble, which condenses into a pile of mottled tones for a while, and then floats everywhere. The son looked at his father with a pleading and angry expression. ([Su] Gorky: At Home, pp. 22-23)
In order to marry the bride, four two-wheeled vehicles were set up. Many people were beautifully salvaged, just like celebrating the New Year in China, and gathered around the car in Melehoff's yard. Pietro is sitting next to Gregory. Dalia sat opposite them, waving an embroidered handkerchief. Whenever the car drives to a low-lying area or Gorkon, the singing will be interrupted. Cossack's headbands, blue-blue uniforms and suits, white handkerchiefs on the sleeves, rainbows woven by women's embroidered headscarves, flowered skirts, and dust fluttering behind each car like fine gauze. This is the wedding procession. Several cars rumbled into the yard. Petro led Gregory up the steps, and the wedding people followed them. The door opened, and the female media was Natalia's foster mother, a beautiful widow. She bowed and greeted Pietro O with a smile on her purple face. "Best man, please have a drink, for your health." She handed me a glass of cloudy unfermented Gowasu. Pietro brushed aside his beard, took a sip and snorted. When the best man bickered with the matchmaker, according to the rules, he offered three cups of Voltaire to the groom's family. Natalya has put on her wedding dress and veil, and many people are gathered around her table. Mary Higa holds a rolling pin in her hand, and Graepp Ka proudly shakes a sieve to prepare for sowing. Relatives and family members of the bride sitting around the table stood up and made way. Pietro put one end of the handkerchief in Gregory's hand, jumped on the bench and led him around the table to the bride sitting under the icon. Natalia's heart beat so hard that she broke out in a sweat. She holds the other end of the handkerchief. When everyone left the table, a man leaned down and sprinkled a handful of millet into Gregory's boots: this is to prevent the groom from doing stupid things. ([Su] sholokhov: Quiet Don River, p. 120- 125)
The ceremony was conducted in accordance with the law. The rabbi wore an old satin coat and wrote an engagement letter, asking the bride and groom to touch his handkerchief as a sign of agreement. The rabbi wiped the tip of the pen cap again. Several doormen put up the awning, ie called from the street to make up the number. Dr. Fei Carlson wore a white robe to remind people of the day he died, and Dobby walked around him seven times according to the custom. The light from the ribbon candle flickered on the wall, and the shadow was the narrowest. After pouring the wine into the cup, the rabbi sang a song of blessing with a sad melody. Dobby only let out a cry. Other women took out peach blossom handkerchiefs, held them in their hands, and stood making faces. ..... Now, it's time to put a wedding ring on the bride, but Sina's hand began to shake, and it took a lot of effort to put the ring on Dobby's index finger. According to custom, the next step is to break a glass, but Dr. Fei Carlson kicked a few feet and didn't crush the glass. Girls bow their heads, and you squeeze me happily, and I squeeze you and giggle. The last apprentice crushed the glass with his heel. Even the rabbi couldn't help laughing. ([America] Singer's Spinoza in Market Street, Singer's Short Stories, pp. 42-43)
The groom danced vigorously in the middle of the room, jumping from song to song until he was exhausted. Dushka.-How beautiful she is. Soft as a snake; The crown on her head hangs loosely on her face, but it is more suitable for her amorous feelings. Sometimes she broke away from the groom's hand, shook her thigh and began to dance in front of him. Sometimes she rotates like a whirlwind, making the corolla on her head rotate with the beat, so that the flower tips hanging from the corolla brush the faces of people near her. She turned around and around, and then suddenly joined the dancing crowd. The groom followed her, sometimes catching up with her, and sometimes letting her go. He jumped up like a goat, patted his boots with both hands, then spread out his hands as if to hug her, and ran after her. As he ran, he sang: I am a big man, and this beauty is a tulip in my own grange. He jingles coins in his pocket from time to time. Otherwise, he took out two taller ones and threw them high into the air. Then he reached out and grabbed them and threw them to some gypsy musicians. "Hey, gypsies! This is not the final reward! Do you understand? " ([Canon] mikshat; Strange marriage, page 26 1-282)