Henryk Sienkiewicz,
Sielanka: An Idyll
“ Man is as artless as a bird; he will sing when he can, for this is his nature. John now began to sing a simple and touching song.As Kasya and John sang in unison the last refrain of the song ended mournfully, and as if in accompaniment the echo repeated it in the dark depths of the woods; the pines gave resonance as the words ran between their trunks and died away in the far distance like a sigh, less distinct, light, ethereal; then silence.Later Kasya sang a more cheerful song, beginning with the words: “I shall become a ring of gold now.” ”
