In the magnificent hall, a large blue exquisite palace lantern hangs. The slightly trembling fringes and threads on the lantern match the shining floor and the low hanging velvet blue curtain. As soon as you arrive here, you will feel like you are in a trance. When the jazz music sounded slowly and slowly, a group of bejeweled women in colorful clothes began to be hugged on the arms of a group of gentlemen in the dim and gentle light. There was lively singing and dancing, and the fragrance filled the air. Yang Mo: "Song of Youth"

Pietro walked up to her with small steps, made a beautiful curtsy, and returned to his original place. Luginichna lifted up the hem of her skirt as if she were stepping over a puddle, tapped time with the toes of her shoes, and amidst the cheers, she let go and jumped like a man. The fiddler struck up a low, fast beat that made Pietro move from where he stood. He let out an ouch, slapped the top of his boots with his hands, bit the tip of his beard with his mouth, squatted down and jumped up and down. His legs were trembling, and he continued to dance with his knees in an unpredictable dance: the sweaty hair on his forehead swayed back and forth, always unable to keep up with the pace. The backs of the people crowded at the door blocked Grigory's sight. All he could hear was the continual clicking of iron-clawed heels, as if burning pine boards, and the excited shouts of drunken guests. [Soviet] Sholokhov: "Quiet Don"

The sun was already dark, and the three musicians were playing hard; toward the hall, people could only see the buttocks and chest, in the mixed Arms swing in the middle. A bustle greeted the four hanging kerosene lamps, and suddenly everything was illuminated, red faces, stray hair glued to the skin, pairs of sweaty dance partners, flying skirts sweeping away their strong scent. Ma'an pointed out to Aitina that the round and fat Mujiti, like an inflated pig's bladder, was holding the tall and thin porter and spinning violently; she could surely comfort herself that she had found a man. [French] Zola: "Sprouting"

Under the apple tree in the first yard outside the house, a pastoral-style dance party is beginning. From the open window, you can see the whole festive scene. The colored lanterns hanging on the branches made the leaves glow with a blue-grey glow. The nearby farmers, men and women, formed a circle, dancing and singing old tunes, with two fiddles and a flute faintly accompaniment, and the musicians sat high on a large kitchen table. The noisy singing of the farmers sometimes completely drowned out the sound of musical instruments; the weak music, through the noisy singing, was split into fragmented syllables, scattered like fragments falling from the sky. [France] Maupassant: "A Lifetime"