You say to yourself, 'Will that cornflour never be made?
It seems to take centuries.'" "One could be more patient if it were being made for oneself," said M.Lichinsky.

"But at least, Fraeulein, your sister does not quarrel with every one.

You must be grateful for that mercy!" Even as he spoke, a stout lady thrust herself into the reading-room.
She looked very hot and excited.

She was M.Lichinsky's mother.

She spoke with a whirlwind of Polish words.