Life on the Hortobagy Page #2

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before I die.

That's a wonder, a real wonder!

What does she want

with old Kovcs'?

He used to be her sweetheart

before she married Srkny.

Why didn't she marry Kovcs'?

They made her marry

the rich peasant.

Kovcs was only a csikos

back then.

- And was the marriage a

happy one'? - No.

- You want to force me too.

- Not l, and father means well.

Drive faster, mother, and get over

there to ride with Mrs. Srkny.

L'll go to meet father on the ranch.

Well, to meet father. Well! Well!

All right then!

- Hasn't Jancsi been here'?

- Not today.

Horsemen, herdsmen...

Jancsi, there is your donkey.

He always follows me.

This place will turn

into a menagerie.

Broken the flask...

for drink don 't ask...

Stop the motor and come up here.

Two mares are foaling.

Two fine foals.

He/yh-ho, no mother it was

who raised this lift/e lass/e,

He/yh-ho, hatched she was

by a pigeon in the greenwood.

N0 mothers e/derdown 0f

silk does she need to c0 ver her,

He/yh-ho, her shepherd /0 verS

cloak will keep her cosy.

- You can stay at home.

- Now'? Having got myself ready'?

- The old man wants Jancsi to come.

- He has been gone a long while.

- To the market'?

- I don't know.

- Perhaps he will come now.

- I don't think so.

- Juliska!

- Mihly!

- What are you doing here'?

- I brought something for you

and now I must go to the market.

L'll help you to unload.

It's a long time

since we saw each other.

A very long time.

But there is something else,

Mihly.

- What'?

- Father is at the market.

- And...'?

- He is preparing the betrothal.

- What betrothal'?

- Pista's and mine.

Pista's and yours?

Don't be afraid.

They won't tear us apart.

Iam going there, too.

For 150 Pengs!

- What are you doing here'?

- I have come to you.

- To me'? And your husband'?

- He died a year ago.

What do you want'?

I want to see you again,

for I won't live long either.

I will take you to the Puszta

ranch. You will live longerthere

than alone in the village.

/n Nag yi vain y I whoop

about without pardon,

S0 the maid shall hear it

in her back-garden.

I can't find Jancsi.

He'll come by,

have a drink.

Why won't you dance too,

like my father'?

Iwill.

I stood highest in my fatherk fa vor,

Yet a rascal I turned for /0 ve S labor.

My cloak has a round border,

with red silk it is embroidered,

When resting along my ways

My cloak under my head lp/ace.

/n the growing grass I hide,

My /0 ve is v/o/et-b/ue-e yea',

My heanj my hea/T must kill me,

Who might be there to heal me ?

Hello, Pista.

He/yh-ho, no mother it was

who raised this lift/e lass/e,

He/yh-ho, hatched she was by a

pigeon in the greenwood.

N0 mothers e/derdown 0f

silk does she need to c0 ver her,

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