Jennie, who had stopped near, listens to her words and asks haughtily:
“Who was it said that?”
“Why, my little Georgian, Levan. ‘Both for you death and for me death.’”
“Fool! He isn’t any little Georgian at all, but simply a common Armenian. You’re a crazy fool.”
“Oh no, he isn’t—he’s a Georgian. And it is quite strange on your part...”
“I’m telling you—a common Armenian. I can tell better. Fool!”
“What are you cursing for, Jennie? I didn’t start cursing you first off, did I?”
“You just try and be the first to start cursing! Fool! Isn’t it all the same to you what he is? Are you in love with him, or what?”
“Well, I am in love with him!”
“Well, and you’re a fool. And the one with the badge in his cap, the lame one—are you in love with him too?”