Season

1 Summer|    A year ago, when he had drank a quart of wine, ~Enraged,
2 Summer|  Plauciunas, that old sot, drank at the harvest feast ~Of
3 Summer|   hone and new scythe. ~He drank away by Mikas his exhausted
4 Autumn|  on, and the boors ate and drank, ~Krizas gave out a shout;
5 Winter| became the chief commune, ~Drank merrily and deep and lived