In a certain country there lived an old couple who had a daughter called Marusia. In their village it was customary to celebrate the feast of St. Andrew the First-Called. The girls used to assemble in some cottage, bake pampushki and enjoy themselves for a whole week, or even longer. Well, the girls met together once when this festival arrived, and brewed and baked what was wanted. In the evening came the lads with the music, bringing liquor with them, and dancing and revelry commenced. All the girls danced well, but Marusia the best of all. After a while there came into the cottage such a fine fellow! Marry, come up! regular blood and milk, and smartly and richly dressed.