Λαγκάδι ξερολάγκαδο ⬥ River, dry gorge, river vái, as you come rushing down your hair flows russet, maid. River, I cannot remember vái, ever having seen you, maid, tumbling in such torrents. River, sweeping rocks and roots, vái, trees uprooted down with you, you are my one and only love. [...]
Why, it was Easter Day, good George, t’was Easter, the day of happy tidings, my good George, a day of happy tidings, dear Doúkina. All feasted then, and all caroused, and that day all made merry, and George, he idly hung about outside his own front door. Now you see [...]
