“MERRY” in italiano

There are framed photographs on every wall, faces cut out in circles and grouped together to make merry collages of emotion over time.

The lights had all been dimmed, but merry voices filled the streets.

Another of the miners, evidently trying to impress Anne, played a merry little tune on a battered fiddle.

But evergreen garlands and wreaths decorated the river house—the epitome of merry warmth.

Most of them had something to do with celebrations of Independence Day and other national holidays, when the school-teacher or some other citizen would make a speech, and at night there would be an orchestra composed of villagers to play the national tunes and after that play for the assembled crowd to dance and make merry.

It makes our world go round; the merry spin of who is in love, out of love.

She’d expected to have to coax her friend, but once Gwyn overcame her initial trepidation, she was a willing participant, and a merry companion.

The words of Gwyn’s merry song were in a language Nesta didn’t know, but for a heartbeat, Nesta allowed herself to listen—to savor the pure, sweet voice that rose and fell with sinuous ease.

Long moments passed in amiable silence, though Cassian half-heard the wind whispering over the Sidra, the merry chatter of the people around them, the clink of silverware against plates.