Every spring, like a beautiful secret ritual, time stops for the men of the mountains and the women of the plains. For as long as they remember, every spring Saturday the Dance was organized, held in the valley from time immemorial. Together with agricultural tools, the men threw away the burden of loneliness and harsh mountain winter. Their hearts were filled with joy and hope for love. They stared enviously at the "dance" organizer, who interacted with the women and was even said to have "tried"
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