Semchik (a little confused). Mmmm… frankly speaking, I have no experience in this matter. In the sense there is, but in the sense there is not.
Olchik (playfully, with a twinkle and sarcasm). In the sense of no, but in the sense of yes?
Semchik (a little confused). Well, yes!
Olchik (playfully, with a twinkle and sarcasm). How's that?
Semchik (a little confused). There is experience, there are no children.
Olchik (deliberately disappointed). Whoooo… Everything is clear. So Monsieur is an empty flower?
Olchik begins to turn around and leave, but only for show. She is in no hurry to leave.
Semchik (a little nervously). What is a pustotsvet at once? Come on, stop!
Olchik stops, but does not turn around. Deliberately "pickles" the guy.
Semchik (a little nervously). In a sense, I have not been engaged in pollination in order to draw such conclusions. I was engaged, but only in a protected form. And, nevertheless, my statement is not unfounded, because everything is fine in health! Checked!
