SARAH.
Do you want perhaps a glass of soda-water, sir? It is as hot as in Hell, and if you don't drink, you may die of a sunstroke.
BEZKRAINY.
Real noblemen's cider!
PURIKES.
Violet soda! My God, violet soda!
SARAH.
Soda, seltzer!
BEZKRAINY.
Don't drink her soda-water. From her water rats are dying and roaches stand up on their hind legs.