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There was a crowd round him. He played the tune upon his concertina, his little withered wife sang to it, and the whole crowd sang carefully with her. Those who had learnt the tunes went away singing, and others pushed forward into their place and put down their five-ore piece. Lasse and Pelle stood on the edge of the crowd listening.
They stood there shuddering, or felt in their pockets for a five-ore piece, and if they found it they slipped through the blood- red tunnel into the dancing-hall. But it was cold in there too; their breath hung like white powder on the air; and crystals of ice glittered on the polished floor. Who would dream of heating a room where the joy of life was burning? and a thousand candles?
There was a crowd round him. He played the tune upon his concertina, his little withered wife sang to it, and the whole crowd sang carefully with her. Those who had learnt the tunes went away singing, and others pushed forward into their place and put down their five-ore piece. Lasse and Pelle stood on the edge of the crowd listening.
Cerberus Olsen might spare himself the trouble of going round with his giant arms outspread, driving the two or three couples of dancers with their five-ore pieces indoors toward the music, as though they had been a whole crowd. People only toiled across the floor in order to have the right to remain there. Good Lord!
"That's beautiful," said Lasse, rummaging in his purse for a five-ore. "You must try to learn that; you've got an ear for that sort of thing." They pushed through the crowd right up to the musician, and began cautiously to sing too, while the girls all round were sniffing. They wandered up and down among the trees, Lasse rather fidgety.
Cerberus Olsen might spare himself the trouble of going round with his giant arms outspread, driving the two or three couples of dancers with their five-ore pieces indoors toward the music, as though they had been a whole crowd. People only toiled across the floor in order to have the right to remain there. Good Lord!
"That's beautiful," said Lasse, rummaging in his purse for a five-ore. "You must try to learn that; you've got an ear for that sort of thing." They pushed through the crowd right up to the musician, and began cautiously to sing too, while the girls all round were sniffing. They wandered up and down among the trees, Lasse rather fidgety.
They stood there shuddering, or felt in their pockets for a five-ore piece, and if they found it they slipped through the blood- red tunnel into the dancing-hall. But it was cold in there too; their breath hung like white powder on the air; and crystals of ice glittered on the polished floor. Who would dream of heating a room where the joy of life was burning? and a thousand candles?
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