KEN. Kneega pod stalom.
MARTIN. Great! Now make a sentence of your own.
KEN. [Lamely.] Tovarisch Stalin ... [Stalls.]
TIPPY. [Cutting in smartly.] Krasnaya armeya pod stalom. [TIPPY hangs pants on chair back, and puts away ironing paraphernalia.]
[MARTIN goes to book shelf and gets Russian reader and dictionary.]
MARTIN. I've only a few minutes. But we can do half a page. We'll never get it unless we keep at it eternally.
KEN. For eternity you mean.
MARTIN. You're doing fine with the reading. It'll help you no end when you get to Russia.
KEN. God, what faith you have!
MARTIN. Sure you're going to Russia. They have millions of buildings to build, and they can't train architects fast enough. [Finds place in book.]