“And did you love that same officer, the one who was the first one, now?”
“If I hadn’t loved him, I wouldn’t have gone to him. He promised to marry me, the scoundrel, but then managed to get what he was after, and abandoned me.”
“Well, and were you ashamed the first time?”
“Of course, you’d be ashamed...How do you like it, daddy, with light or without light? I’ll turn, down the lantern a little. All right?”
“Well, and aren’t you bored here? What do they call you?”
“Manya. To be sure I’m bored. What sort of a life is ours!”
The German kissed her hard on her lips and again asked:
“And do you love the men? Are there men who please you? Who afford you pleasure?”
“How shouldn’t there be?” Manka started laughing. “I love the ones like you especially, such nice little fatties.”
“You love them? Eh? Why do you love them?”