Margadon:
Peasant, do you want big, but pure love? Come to the hayloft in the evening.
Fimka:
Why not come? I'll come. Only you come too. Because the other gentleman promised to come, but after got scared.
Zhakob:
But she won't come alone. She'll come with a blacksmith.
Margadon:
What do we need a blacksmith for? We don't need a blacksmith. What am I, a horse?
Fimka:
He is my uncle, like a father to me... You are going to propose, aren't you?
Margadon:
OK, that's enough. You are free to go. Don't you see that we in the middle of the game?
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