Maltā celebrated Meters
On March 2, Metea's children came to the square at Maltas to call spring and winter. We all called “UUOOOOOO” and noisy loudly, because, as the mutant wives said, “This day, tomorrow day, day, the day of the ashes,” when the quiet time begins.
Our ancestors were thinking about success and fruitful years. That is why the Metechildren reminded themselves of the Gothday's performances. First of all, welcome to the spring of spring, because after the meters, time is swinging the fur around and getting warmer and warmer. Wish one another, yourself, the neighbour, and the acquaintance, also the stranger, the intimidator, on the way. Let everything succeed - let us wish each other good! Not a joke, the Methenmark says, “I want all the bad stuff to be good.” Add yourself to good thoughts, good jobs, successful jobs, and success. We mess up the weeds as they walked across the square to the cultural house. A young litter is born in girls, small lambs, so the People's song 'dance my lambs, dance gossip' is the reality of life, like all the Metea songs.
The strength and strength of the game throughout the year. There were men like an oak. The wives, like flames and girls, made their way back into the climb and pushed the bottom with the bottom. The children swayed in a blanket, signed with economic signs, to leave the laziness and sleep away. The housewives threw them into a new canvas, maybe there would be a new blanket next year? The owners discard new plans, new jobs, and hope and good living. The mouthful wives reminded them of the boasting, because what about the girls without boasting? The fire burned, the world warmed, the earth's mother wake up for a new spring. A modern “mixer” was smoked on the first fire in the boiler. The boilers looked at the verbal wives, the singers of the ensemble. Special thanks to Irene Saudine for the recipe, where the broken peas, rice and meat “škvarkys”, on the fire, were all produced by appetite. We ate a delicious mouth.
On an empty jet (because the hay had already been eaten), the ash sack was sieved, the layers of the laim with good wishes: the Laima broom, “all the good breeding”, the Mars curve – “for life to flow like a river”, the sign of God - “God help and protect”. There was a kind of tradition in girls, not wanting to hang a bag of ashes with a good wish. We couldn't guarantee each ashtray, but a note with a good wish could be taken for himself, taken to the neighbor, or given to the counterpart. Thanks to everyone who was in the presence and acting, made the Meters exactly what we wanted to enjoy. Thanks to the mouthful wives and the housekeepers, the chapel “Malta” and Normund Schtekel, the dance collective “Rutuļi” dancers and Ruth Mike, the children's dance ruins “damon” girls and Simon's ants.
Elina's prize,
Maltas parish cultural house manager
Photo - Ingona Grumolde
