The mist had partly lifted, showing the wet reed thatches, and was now turning into dew that moistened the road and the grass beside the fence.

Smoke rose everywhere in clouds from the chimneys.

The people were going out of the village, some to their work, some to the river, and some to the cordon.

The hunters walked together along the damp, grass-grown path.

The dogs, wagging their tails and looking at their masters, ran on both sides of them.