"But look at her well."
She laughed, drunk.
I wanted to go out, but Anthony called out, wildly:
"Where are you going? Stay here! Zoiaka, show yourself naked!"
I thought I had not heard rightly, but she pulled off a gown she had on and stood upon her feet, swaying. I looked at Anthony and he looked back at me. My heart beat loudly, for I pitied this man. Vulgarities did not quite fit him, and I was ashamed for the woman. Then he shouted:
"Get out of here, you lout!"
"You are a lout yourself!" I retorted.
He jumped up, overthrowing the bottles on the table. The dishes fell to the ground with a crash; something began to flow hastily, like a lonely stream. I went out into the garden and lay down. My heart ached like a bone that is frozen. In the stillness I heard Anthony cry out:
"Out with you!"
And a woman's voice whined: