1 In a far corner crouched Elzbieta, moaning and wailing.
2 In the end she sat down in the middle of the floor and wept and wailed.
3 And then, up in the garret, he heard sounds of wailing, in Marija's voice.
4 In another corner crouched poor little Juozapas, wailing because he had had nothing to eat all day.
5 The children woke up and found out that something was wrong, and they wailed and would not be comforted.
6 This last was a song, and the young gentleman's voice rose mournful and wailing, while he swung upon Jurgis's neck.
7 And a wail of anguish burst from him, great sobs shook all his frame, and hot tears ran down his cheeks and fell upon her.
8 He would lie and scream for hours, almost in convulsions; and then, when he was worn out, he would lie whimpering and wailing in his torment.
9 And this is their utterance; merry and boisterous, or mournful and wailing, or passionate and rebellious, this music is their music, music of home.
10 There were high squeals and low squeals, grunts, and wails of agony; there would come a momentary lull, and then a fresh outburst, louder than ever, surging up to a deafening climax.
11 But day by day the music of Tamoszius' violin became more passionate and heartbreaking; and Marija would sit with her hands clasped and her cheeks wet and all her body a-tremble, hearing in the wailing melodies the voices of the unborn generations which cried out in her for life.