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More wine for me, pour me some more!” t”You smart girl, I knew you’re a smart girl, just teasing…” tFaces turn red, the dark earth blood is rising. tThey wink at Pelka, wink at the host: “He knows his goods!” The women feel the buttons constricting them – they undo one, another, a third. By twos the guests go outside to get some air.t”Well, my dear guests, are you soaked to the gills? Eh? And now-to dance! Get lively!”tThe table and the chairs vanish. The middle of the room is empty. Ivan the Monk jumps out of his hole, a tambourine in his hands: “Tim-ta-a-am! Tim-ta-a-am!”t“Eh-hey!” the redhead suddenly snatches the tambourine and sweeps off, tapping wildly in a circle. Eyes closed: a white sleepless sun-a white night on the meadow-white columns of smoke swaying over fires…t”Eh-ah!”-to whirl herself to death, to whirl out everything, to empty herself – nothing has ever been…tHeavy boots are thumping on the floor, beards fly in the wind, the frock-coat tails go flying… hey, get going, faster, faster – a hundred versts an hour! (“The North”)
