Only a week ago he had been eating black bread with its owner in a hut on the Volhynian front.
"You have become amazing, Saskia," he said.

"I won't pay my old playfellow compliments; besides, you must be tired of them.

I wish you happiness all the day long like a fairy-tale Princess.

But a crock like me can't do much to help you to it.

The service seems to be the wrong way round, for here you are wasting your time talking to me." She put her hand on his.