Countess: Are they speaking to you? ha ha! All the men in the office are talking.
Countess: They are just standing in the corridor, clinging to each other on the True-Russian-All-Understood...
Countess: I stood up, unhappy with my hands in my sides, and spotted their gaze. They saw, and I also:
Oh, Mary, fucking forgive me, if this cock doesn’t understand...
Countess: That’s God, I’d better not apologize.