An acquaintance of mine once told me thefollowing story.

When I was a student at Moscow I happened tolive alongside one of those ladies whose repute isquestionable. She was a Pole， and they called herTeresa. She was a tallish， powerfully-built brunette，with black， bushy eyebrows and a large coarse faceas if carved out by a hatchet-the bestial gleam ofher dark eyes， her thick bass voice， her cabman-likegait and her immense muscular vigour， worthy ofa fishwife， inspired me with horror.I lived on thetop flight and her garret was opposite to mine.