“It was a winter evening. A torch was burning in the peasant's hut; an old old man of tall stature was sitting on the horse, wearing only a shirt, with the collar unbuttoned; he wove bast shoes and looked sternly at the women bustling about near the stove. An old woman and one young woman took shirts, onuchi, and threads from popular print chests and stuffed them into a bag that had previously contained boiled porridge and a loaf of bread...”