She rose, said good-bye, and walked away slowly along the shore. The waves running up close to her feet looked as if they wished to play with her. Above in the heavens those little golden flowers—the stars—were peeping forth tremblingly. Malva's light-coloured blouse seemed to fade away in the dusk as she walked further and further away from Vassili and his son.
"Come quickly, my well-beloved,
And rest on my bosom!"
sang Malva in a loud clear voice.
It seemed to Vassili that she stopped and waited. He spat angrily, and thought to himself—
"She is doing that on purpose to provoke me, the little devil!"
"Ah! that's all right Now she is singing," said Jakoff.
She only appeared now as a grey spot in the dusk.
"My breasts, they are like Two white swans ..."
Her voice rang out over the sea.
"Ah!" sighed Jakoff.