The gypsy boy played with mischief and every now and then, where he had to, he hit hard, dum, dum, dum, the tambourine stood out. Other times he would go quickly ahead of the others and they would run, and other times he would lag behind and the song would go into a heavy lament. They gave him fierce looks, he didn't care, only the accordion player looked at him with a smile and patted him on the back. In the end, he caused them a big confusion, you would say he was hitting at Karagiozis' wedding, but how he improvised it, how he carried it out, they all found themselves together in a bound music that delighted their hearts. "Hello, darlings," Menelaus shouted.