Densmaa’s sleep was stolen. As the household heads turn the numbers, the moonlight slides home. The sour smell of milk lingers, and flies buzz in the sweltering heat. A mosquito scurried about, and a baby calf tied to a threshing floor peed until it squealed. Densmaag was married to Gunsen three years ago from the neighboring team.
When Gunsen and Densmaa, who had just arrived from the army and had not yet taken to bed in their new robes, were sheltered with love, the girl would shy away from the man who seemed far older than her, and would run away and hide at the sight of him.
The little girl was staring at the ground as if she had lost a needle in the grass, trying to escape from the unbearable gaze, and when Gunseng left, she felt so good with the old man, she smiled as if she had turned away for no reason, and the flame of secret love began to dim in her chest. Their wedding took place in autumn. It was not like the wedding days when the wedding passed by and life pulled the yoke around her neck. The duchess was not a man who guarded his wife’s skirt. Her husband doesn’t go away, but in his absence, Densmaa’s loneliness is lost, like the sweet autumn wind blowing the family, the baby memories are yellow. Before the wedding, a milking horse came to them. Densmaa sat down to reward Gunsen with a cover. The black man rolled his shapeless mottled eyes and said, “You go to Gunsen.” If he winks, the girls will break their legs.” Densmaa smiled in a sweet and gentle manner that suited him and said, “What are you missing? “Isn’t your wife telling you that you’re going to become a plum by hugging your knees?” he said hurtfully. The poison of the rat boiled and said, “You are not a human being.” I know behind you. When you are already sewing it from the skirt, it might be cut off while you are asleep.” Densma looked at the rat like a hawk and said, ‘A child who falls alone does not cry. “If I had sat with you, I would have become a pot handle.” I was not surprised that I suddenly remembered someone I had no connection with. But when she seemed to be questioning her husband, Gunseng’s face turned pale, and she wrapped her head in a scarf.
The in-laws did not defend their daughter-in-law. At night, Gunsen saw a red rose following his wife’s palm and said, “You bad girl has gone a little too far. No more touching. In the ignorance of Tsukhl…” said Densmaa, it is not known which one is the happy one and the hurt one.
I completely forgot about it the next day. Densmaa was born in the spring and had no time to be bored alone. Gunseng’s vagrant boyish behavior, the burdensome work of a single man, and Densmaa’s care to raise the family, he stopped reporting. This is how Gunseng’s family is going to smoke the smoke of the hearth…
The dog growled and fell silent. Densmaa heard by word of mouth that her husband was going to feast in the upper city. In fact, it was a gossip that said, “Your husband is in Altantsetse.” A man on a horse came and stopped outside. Densmaa recognized her husband by the sound of his riding on the field palm and got up with his coat on. When Gunseng arrived, she lit the stove on the stove, preparing to heat the tea. He looked at his face and waited for a while, listening to the sound. When the horse ran into the house, it was surprised. The old mother, who was afraid of her son-in-law’s address, came from the outskirts of the city, covered with a cloak. Her husband came after cutting off the palm of the horse, and the mother stopped on the way.
“What is the Count’s blade?”
“I’ve arrived…” Densmaa’s voice faltered. The mother hummed and went on. Densmaa’s heart seemed to be pierced by a thorn of anchor bone, and her eyes darkened and she could no longer see her mother’s goods. When I got home, I sat on the edge of the bed next to my son without any purpose. Then to wipe her tears, she felt the head of the bed and took a matching cloth in her hand and put it on her face. Greedy caress until the familiar smell of sweat becomes more and more enthralling
sniffed. Don’t feel bad about your husband sleeping with someone else’s wife. In the morning, in front of all the animals, he left the house with his saddle and woke him up to stir his sweat, and his face was burning hot in front of others. The son slept soundly.
Densmaa took a full chaff from the top of the wall, saddled his horse and rode away, cutting through the moonlit valley and dashing towards Altantsetsegi. The night passed.

Summer nights are short.
Densmaa took care of her husband’s horse, relieved that she had done a great job, and ran panting for a while until the family’s goods were left behind. I don’t think the girl was looking for a way to help her family. He took off the calf and left the horse in the way. Remember the night when the flower was born.
On the way back to the den, the shapeless child-like girl waved her plaited tail to both sides, fluttered to the petals of the dew-sipping flowers on the way, and said, “Hurry the gold flower, dog!”, not noticing the distance to her destination. I spent the night in the field with the moonlight. It was dawn when Densmaag came home. She nursed her sleepy son, arranged her hair in a ponytail, took a sample of the tea she had drunk, and went out to offer sprats. When Densmaa recognized her husband, she was as nervous as she was when she first met, and her mind was filled with anxiety. After putting down his horse, the duke raised his saddle against the wall at the right foot of the house. The broken chameleon stuck in the water curled up like a snake in front of Gunsen’s eyes. Densema made a cup of tea. Both of them sat as if they were strangers in a foreign country and talked silently, as if they couldn’t open their lips. Then Gunsen got out and started the carriage. Densmaa thought that her husband was going to get firewood, so she tied her favorite sariwang together with a drill and went out.
– When asked whether to go to the firewood, Gunsen took the food from Densmaa’s hand and weakly stroked the hair that fell loosely on his chin.
“If this family has a fire, it’s with Gunsen, if there’s no food, it’s with you,” he said. The cart started and spun around.