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group of boys and girls sing dreary songs |
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I did not wait for their arrival and preferred to go instead to a place where a group of boys were singing outside next to a platform. The smoke in the The-phong house was just simply unbearable for my eyes. Now from all sides the same dreary songs sound and the full moon stands bright and silvery over the village. I can even hear pounding from one house. A woman probably crushes millet or rice into flour. The groups of girls and men have both married and unmarried people without difference. As long as a girl has no child yet and does not live with her husband, she leads the life of an unmarried person and can, if she wants to, spend the nights in the rice granary, not only with her husband but with other boys as well. Bad signs for the legitimacy of the first child. |
