“Why are you being angry, Polinna?”

“Do I need a reason if your grotesque constitution is before my eyes!”

“I am never furious at you, I am never. I hate you, but I am never angry at you.”

“You don’t have to be – you already have a physiognomy like a bear.”

“Why did you marry me then?”

“The house, the Basquiats, duh! And don’t pretend you don’t know that.”

“I do… but I had never heard it from your lovely mouth before.”

“Don’t act like an all-loving God from your jackass chords. You had never loved me either.”

“I had loved your mesomorphic physique. I did.”

“You know, I would have lived with that… if it hadn’t been for mesomorphic-mermaids that you bred.”

“It’s not my fault – you travel a lot, Polinna!”

“And the previous one in my kitchen!! The devil should crown you with its horns.”

“I would have preferred nose rings, Polinna… but horns are good too. You and I, we are very different – he only knows how he pulled the trick for thirteen years.”

“You are not different, you are pathetic. You always, always have the lawn mown. You know I prefer the basil cover, but you prefer your own way.”

“Nobody likes it that way, Polinna.”

“And you are going to say the same thing about Gogol!?”

“Yes, he was a Ukrainian – as sure as Tom’s tail.”

“No, he wasn’t. I pray your tongue splashes in burning blood before uttering such inanity.”

“You pray the whole day – your prayers never get answered. You should really give up these idiotic beliefs. We are surrounded by the waves of modernity; I couldn’t fathom how could you think of someone who watches over us. Don’t you see what you do? Does He punish you?”

“I have never done anything that is ungodly.”

“Yes, you have, dear. Why don’t you do things that the passion requires without any fear? I, for certain, do not fear anything except your nails.”

“You are one stubborn pest. You can roam in any dog trash to pick out the justification bones.”

“I never justify myself, Polinna. I always express…. I should transform myself… don’t you think? In another sex? Don’t you think that will help me express better? Help me with my adventurous spirits?”

“You don’t have to do anything my dear fat-ratty. You lie here, under the weeds, under the blossoming grass, where the maggots will wring you out, manifesting your filthy flesh, mingling with those whores you always so dearly espoused.”