"It repents me, Stanka, that I ever fell in love with thee, for thou art the daughter of poor people.  Thy father makes spindles, and thy mother sells them in the village for flour fine."
    "Well is it, O Pentcho the wealthy! that thou hast spoken to me these words.  Since thou hast reprented, go away and choose one who has means, and marry her."
    Thereupon Pentcho went away.  But match-makers came to view Stanka, and Stanka was promised in marriage.  Pentcho's mother was invited to the betrothal.  To it went his father and his mother, and they took with them a measure of flour and a copper vessel full of wine.  Sorrow came upon Pentcho.  He went to ask for pardon, and thus to Stanka he spake:—
    "O Stanka, dearly beloved one!  I was only jesting; it seems you thought I was in earnest."... (Cornhill Magazine, v.35, 1877)