“...There was no answer. I knocked again. Same result. Then I pressed the doorknob and the door opened smoothly. I cautiously looked into the room and froze in surprise. Tanka was sitting on the sofa by the window, bent over and covering her face with her hands. Her shoulders were shaking, she was clearly crying, but she tried to do it silently, holding back her sobs. I entered, closed the door behind me and quietly called to her: “Tanya, Tanya, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing me and realizing that she had been discovered, Tatyana stopped holding back and burst into tears loudly. She sobbed and howled, smearing tears down her cheeks. If it weren’t for the high-quality cosmetics that Tanka used, her face would have long ago become spotted with stains. I looked at her amazed, marveling at the metamorphosis that had happened to her. From a radiant socialite, our Mrs. Bolton turned into a crying girl..."