The dairymaids, with twigs in their hands, holding their skirts up over their bare white legs, not yet sun-burnt, splashed through the puddles into the yard, driving the calves, who were mad with the joy of spring.
Бабы-скотницы, подбирая поневы, босыми, еще белыми, не загоревшими ногами шлепая по грязи, с хворостинами бегали за мычавшими, ошалевшими от весенней радости телятами, загоняя их на двор.