She was fastening her corset while Hans was opening his trunk. Today, he said, I'd like us to translate a young Russian poet I recommended to Brockhaus. But Hans, do you know any Russian, she asked? Me? he replied. Only the Cyrillic alphabet and a few dozen words. Well then? Sophie said, surprised. Ah, Hans chuckled, I told them you were fluent. We'll translate using a third language, don't worry. We have an original edition hereâlook: