“One says that dance is the only social activity, when you can without any risk to come near to a partner, her or him, within the shortest possible distance, as it is just possible.”
As I have already written last time, summer was ended, but the season of the balls has begun. It was the same as on last Friday. An arbour near the place in Bohemia has welcome several visitors. Even if they have arrived in some small amount, in spite of them, party was nice. The beautiful evening dresses of the present ladies have glared their partners and we, men, have marveled at their beauty under the light of thousand stars. And maybe in the early morning, tired from the long dance in the red light of sunrise, our pace has led to our homes, where we have fallen into the all-hugging armful of our beds.
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