“It got dark; soft September rain began to fall on the heads of the hop gatherers. Mothers turned the creaking baby carriages and wheeled them out of the gardens; The old men took out their account books. The newlyweds headed home, sheltering under one umbrella; the bachelors trudged behind them and looked at them with laughter. Den and Una went to bake potatoes in the drying room, where, during the hop harvest, old Hobden and his favorite hunting dog, the blue-eyed Bes, lived for a whole month ... "Translation: Anna Enquist