singing an old song
beautiful like Nefertiti
the grain harvesters

Twilight. On a country road a coach is drawn by two white horses. Behind the coachman with a large black moustache and a hat, holding a whip in his hand, there sat a number of girls with their scythes put aside. They were returning to the village, tired, their faces flushed, singing an old folk song.

Đurđa Vukelić Rožić