gavoreet

Updated: May 10, 2025

Everything about him seemed to Nina ridiculous his cold bath in the morning, his trouser-press, the little silver-topped bottles on his table, the crease in his trousers, his shining neat hair, the pearl pin in his black tie, his precise and careful speech, the way that he said "Nu tak... Spasebo... gavoreet... gariachy..." She was never tired of imitating him; and very soon he caught her strutting about the dining-room with a man's cap on her head, twisting a cane and bargaining with an Isvostchick this last because, only the evening before, he had told them with great pride of his cleverness in that especial direction.

Sir Hugh Walpole - The Secret City