More wine for me, pour me some more!" 	"You smart girl, I knew you're a smart girl, just teasing...” 	Faces turn red, the dark earth blood is rising. 	They wink at Pelka, wink at the host: "He knows his goods!" The women feel the buttons constricting them - they undo one, another, a third. By twos the guests go outside to get some air.	"Well, my dear guests, are you soaked to the gills? Eh? And now-to dance! Get lively!"	The table and the chairs vanish. The middle of the room is empty. Ivan the Monk jumps out of his hole, a tambourine in his hands: "Tim-ta-a-am! Tim-ta-a-am!"	“Eh-hey!" the redhead suddenly snatches the tambourine and sweeps off, tapping wildly in a circle. Eyes closed: a white sleepless sun-a white night on the meadow-white columns of smoke swaying over fires...	"Eh-ah!"-to whirl herself to death, to whirl out everything, to empty herself - nothing has ever been...	Heavy boots are thumping on the floor, beards fly in the wind, the frock-coat tails go flying... hey, get going, faster, faster - a hundred versts an hour! ("The North")
Yevgeny Zamyatin, The Dragon: Fifteen Stories
dancing, drinking, party, russian-fun