"Oh, it's hot," she said, and unbuttoned the collar of her waist.
She had a pretty face and her eyes attracted me in spite of her bold expression. The old woman put vodka on the table, a bottle of "ordinary," and also some cherry brandy.
"That's good," I thought to myself. "I will drink some, pay and then go."
"Why are you so miserable?" Tatiana asked suddenly.
I could not restrain myself and answered:
"My wife is dead."
Then she asked very low: "When did she die?"
"Only five weeks ago."
The girl buttoned her waist and became more reserved. It pleased me. I looked into her face and said to myself:
"Thank you."