Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)

II - „dead bark burning in a hole” - Family Circle (Neville Masterman)

The youngest asks for bread, then munches it and weaves a circle with a burning brand.

The older boy ignores the rest and reads (this lad will be a pastor, that is sure) - such is at least his father's fondest wish, although as yet he doesn't care for prayers and much prefers to study songs and rhymes he's even tried his hand at writing verse.

But now they hear their father's hoe put down, his well-worn satchel's hung upon a nail.

The children search in it and hope to find some bits of bread he left after the day.

They thrust their hands in; there's a sudden shriek - "some devil's in there.... No, a little rabbit!” cries of delight... They will not sleep all night they go and fetch it cabbage leaves to eat.

The father says "Good Evening" to them all, sits down to stretch his tired and aching limbs; with dusty shirt-sleeve wipes a wearied brow that has been deeply furrowed by fife's cares.

But when he sees his little ones around, delightfully his wrinkles disappear; he knocks his soothing pipe upon the hearth and smiles at kind words from his gentle wife.

The house-wife hurries then to fetch his food.

It's proper that he should not have to wait.

Soon she has pushed the small round table out and brought the simple dishes she's prepared.

She and the children have already fed.

"Come dear," he says, they must all eat again, the food tastes better if all feed together: then gives the little ones a leg or wing.