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Updated: May 16, 2025
Then, that is all? Eight o'clock in the evening. They have dined at the cider mill, all the players except the vicar, under the patronage of Itchoua; they have lounged for a long time afterward, languid in the smoke of smuggled cigarettes and listening to the marvellous improvisations of the two Iragola brothers, of the Mendiazpi mountain while outside, on the street, the girls in small groups holding one another's arms, looked at the windows, found pleasure in observing on the smoky panes the round shadows of the heads of the men covered with similar caps
On the square, he met Marcos Iragola who informed him that he was married, like Florentino and with the little friend of his childhood, he also. "I did not have to serve in the army," Iragola explained, "because we are Guipuzcoans, immigrants in France; so I could marry her earlier!"
And then, there are in the band the two brothers Iragola, Marcos and Joachim, young men of the mountain above Mendiazpi, who are renowned extemporary speakers in the surrounding country and it is a pleasure to hear them, on any subject, compose and sing verses which are so pretty.
At the twentieth stanza, at last, Itchoua interrupts them to make them rest and he orders more cider. "How have you learned?" asked Ramuntcho of the Iragola brothers. "How did the knack come to you?" "Oh!" replies Marcos, "it is a family trait, as you must know.
"With whom are you going?" "The same as usual: Arrochkoa, Florentino and the Iragola brothers. It is, as it was the other night, for Itchoua, with whom I have just made an engagement. Good-night, mother Oh, we shall not be out late and, sure, I will be back before mass."
In the first place, they had to consult Marcos, one of the Iragola brothers. Near a wood, in front of his house in the shade, they found him seated on a stump of a chestnut tree, always grave and statuesque, his eyes inspired and his gesture noble, in the act of making his little brother, still in swaddling clothes, eat soup. "Is he the eleventh?" they have asked, laughing. "Oh!
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