1 When the song is over, it is time for the speech, and old Dede Antanas rises to his feet.
2 This last was a song, and the young gentleman's voice rose mournful and wailing, while he swung upon Jurgis's neck.
3 Before long it occurs to some one to demand an old wedding song, which celebrates the beauty of the bride and the joys of love.
4 When it was over, the soul of Jurgis was a song, for he had met the enemy and conquered, and felt himself the master of his fate.
5 The applause continued for several minutes; and then some one started a song, and the crowd took it up, and the place shook with it.
6 Others, who have been drinking still more, wander about the room, bumping into everything; some are in groups of two or three, singing, each group its own song.
7 Marija is fond of a song, a song of lovers' parting; she wishes to hear it, and, as the musicians do not know it, she has risen, and is proceeding to teach them.
8 Now and then one leaps up with a cry and calls for this song or that; and then the fire leaps brighter in Tamoszius' eyes, and he flings up his fiddle and shouts to his companions, and away they go in mad career.