The Tongue May Hide The Truth But

The Cat, Covered In Dust And Standing On Its Hind Legs, Bowed To Margarita. Round Its Neck It Was Now Wearing A Made-up White Bow Tie On An Elastic Band, With A Pair Of Ladies’ Mother-of-pearl Binoculars Hanging On A Cord. It Had Also Gilded Its Whiskers.

The Tongue May Hide The Truth But The Eyes—never!

Obedient To Constraint, I Was Compelled To Submit

Just Like A Murderer Jumps Of Nowhere In An Ally, Love Jumped Out In Front Of Us And Struck Us Both At Once

Not Causing Trouble, Not Touching Anything, Fixing The Primus.