I find that in cases like these, the fact that you can not comprehend each other isn't much of a drawback.
In that Russian town of Yalta I danced an astonishing sort of dance an hour long, and one I had not heard of before, with a very pretty girl, and we talked incessantly, and laughed exhaustingly, and neither one ever knew what the other was driving at.

But it was splendid.

There were twenty people in the set, and the dance was very lively and complicated.
It was complicated enough without me--with me it was more so.

I threw in a figure now and then that surprised those Russians.

But I have never ceased to think of that girl.