Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)
II - „dead bark burning in a hole” - Family Circle (Neville Masterman)
Family Circle Hie evening comes and everything is hushed, while darkly nods the leafy mulberry tree; a buzzing insect strikes against the wall, a loud crash follows, there is heard no more. As if the very clods of earth had legs the clumsy frogs to rolling everywhere while round the eves there wheels a wandering bat, an old owl's hooting in a ruined tower. Recently milked by the woman of the house the white form of a cow is faintly seen chewing the cud in silence in the yard: a placid beast, though bothered by her calf. A cat, to lazy to go chasing flies, her body stretched, moves slow with cautious steps, she pauses, looks around and is gone she's fled into the hall with sudden speed. The door stands open; on the courtyard hedge the hearth's reflected light is welcoming. Before the door, his feet upon the steps, a faithful dog lies stretched to guard the home. Within, the woman of the house skims milk; her small boy asks and has from her a sip. She then goes mingling with the other ones just like the gentle moon among the stars. A young girl's throwing twigs upon the fire - the eldest and most fair, a morning star; she warms her iron for her new-made dress - and ironing's all it needs - for next day's feast. She tells a story to the younger ones, sitting around at work, all shelling peas, or shredding beans, their little chubby cheeks lit by the fire, a flame with crackling pods.
