She looks at him and giggles “fall in..I don’t fall in snow” she giggles as she sits by the fire. Her eyes seeing the warm flame. She looks at him and nods “it is done when the meat is tender and falls apart so easily..”
“Дорогой длинною, да ночкой лунною,
Да с песней той, что вдаль летит звеня,
Да с той старинною, с той семиструнною,
Что по ночам так мучила меня... Да с той старинною, с той семиструнною
Что по ночам так мучила меня...Помню наши встречи и разлуки, Навсегда ушедшие года, И твои серебренные руки В тройке, улетевшей навсегда. Дорогой длинною, да ночкой лунною, Да с песней той, что вдаль летит звеня,
Да с той старинною, с той семиструнною,
Что по ночам так мучила меня... Да с той старинною, с той семиструнною, Что по ночам так мучила меня...”
On a long road and on a moonlit night, Yes, with the song that flies into the distance, Yes, with that old one, with that seven-string, What tormented me so much at night... Yes, with that old, with that seven-string What tormented me so much at night... I remember our meetings and separations, Years gone forever, And your silver hands In the troika that flew away forever. On a long road, on a moonlit night, and with that song that flies into the distance, ringing, Yes, with that old one, with that seven-string,That tormented me so much at night... Yes, with that old one, with that seven-string, That tormented me so much at night...
her voice was soft as she sang the old folk song of her land. she doesnt realize she was singing. it was soft and quiet...a whisper