We can also name sittings among winter amusements, an entertainment during long boring winter evenings. In evenings boys and girls sit in one of the houses of the village, girls bring spindles or fine needle-work with themselves, and boys braid bast shoes or bring fiddle, gusli. They spin, sing, and play all together. They propose riddles, tell stories, boys get acquainted with girls. They become friends, and beautiful hazel eyes of a Chuvash girl are shining. And while there is snowstorm outside, inside a thousand of songs about eternal feelings of a human soul appears. There are also special songs for sittings:
There are two yellow ladles on the windowsill –
There is sugar in one, and honey in the other.
Father – sugar, mother – honey.
But sweeter than honey is my darling.
I put six horses into the plough
Because five horses hadn’t coped with it.
Poor boy walks in the night
Because he can’t sleep.
Let me see you, my love,
To the parting.
Cocks will sing, the dawn will come,
Until we part with each other.
(Tayapa)