The dinner was served on glass tables – yes, and the tables sang "Il mio tesoro"... no, not exactly "Il mio tesoro," but something better than that; and then there were some kind of little decanters that were really women.'
Había también unos frascos, que luego resultaron ser mujeres...» Los ojos de Esteban Arkadievich brillaron alegremente al recordar aquel sueño.