One saw the blood-red troughs in the pent-houses in the yards and Nogay labourers with their trousers rolled up and their legs stained with the juice.

Grunting pigs gorged themselves with the empty skins and rolled about in them.

The flat roofs of the outhouses were all spread over with the dark amber clusters drying in the sun.

Daws and magpies crowded round the roofs, picking the seeds and fluttering from one place to another.
The fruits of the year's labour were being merrily gathered in, and this year the fruit was unusually fine and plentiful.
In the shady green vineyards amid a sea of vines, laughter, songs, merriment, and the voices of women were to be heard on all sides, and glimpses of their bright-coloured garments could be seen.
Just at noon Maryanka was sitting in their vineyard in the shade of a peach-tree, getting out the family dinner from under an unharnessed cart.

Opposite her, on a spread-out horse-cloth, sat the cornet (who had returned from the school) washing his hands by pouring water on them from a little jug.