ABSTRACT
One boat worked out toward Novaia Zemlia. And the hunters stopped in for the winter. Well, they occupied themselves in their own ways. The Feast of St. Philip had come (22 January O.S.†), and the nights were long. They had a skilled accordion player. One time he started playing and suddenly a pair were dancing. They were heard, but not seen. One of them was a middleaged man and he argued for a different march to be played. Not a march but a dance tune. The old man said, “Well, Andrei, that’s enough, don’t play any more today.”
