The wedding was decided on, and on the evening before it the whole city was illuminated. Biscuits and cakes were thrown among the people, the street boys stood on their toes, called out “Hurrah!” and whistled on their fingers. It was uncommonly splendid.
“Yes, I shall have to give something as a treat,” thought the merchant's son. So he bought rockets and crackers, and every imaginable sort of firework, put them all into his trunk, and flew up into the air.
“Crack!” how they went, and how they went off a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy guts!
All the Turks hopped up with such a start that their slippers flew about their ears; such a meteor they had never yet seen. Now  be a Turkish angel who was going to marry the Princess.
As soon as the merchant's son descended again into the forest with his trunk, he thought, “I will go into the town now, and hear how it all looked.” And it was quite natural that he wanted to do so.
What stories people told! Every one whom he asked about it had seen it in a separate way; but one and all thought it fine.
“I saw the Turkish angel himself,” said one. “He had eyes like glowing stars, and a beard like foaming water.”