Itwasthehusband，whohadreturnedhome，andinalarmwaslookingforhiswifeinthevillage。Atthatmomenttherecamethesoundofunrestrainedlaughter:thewife，forgetfulofeverything，soughtinherintoxicationtomakeupbyafewhoursofhappinessforthemiseryawaitinghernextday。
Idroppedasleep。
WhenIwokeupSavkawassittingbesidemeandlightlyshakingmyshoulder。Theriver，thecopse，bothbanks，greenandwashed，treesandfields——allwerebathedinbrightmorninglight。
Throughtheslimtrunksofthetreestheraysofthenewlyrisensunbeatuponmyback。
“Sothat’showyoucatchfish？“laughedSavka。“Getup！“