That's
something special. What women, wha-a-at women!"
The lieutenant turned red, took his eyes away, and asked in a
voice that quavered:
"Yes, I've happened to hear that. Is it possible that they're
really so handsome?"
"Oi! Strike me God! Believe me, there are no handsome women there
at all."
"But--how's that?"
"Why, this way: there are only raving beauties there. You
understand--what a happy blending of bloods! Polish, Little
Russian, and Hebrew. How I envy you, young man, that you're free
and alone. In my time I sure would have shown myself! And what's
most remarkable of all, they're unusually passionate women! Well,
just like fire! And do you know something else?" he asked in a
whisper of great significance.
"What?" asked the sub-lieutenant in a fright.
"It's remarkable, that nowheres, neither in Paris, nor in London--
believe me, this was told me by people who had seen the whole wide
world--never, nowhere, will you meet with such exquisite ways of
making love as in this town. That's something especial, as us
little Jews say. They think up such things that no imagination can
picture to itself.
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