"The must was boiling in the open barrels, swarming with drunken gnats. I absorbed a very hot, suffocating smell. The men were lighting up. They overturned a brenta full of must, and the wine splashed in a wave on the man and on the wall it ran in impetuous rivulets, dyed the frightened cat. One threw himself on the ground to sip the vinous motriglia (sludge). The landlord cursed, laughed, held out a glass of must to me. It was burning. The cellar was low and reddish."
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