I served in the American consulate in Kobe. It was the tall heavy person, the native of the Midwest, his corpulent body hardly found room in a cheap suit. It came back to the duty station after short stay in New York where went for the wife who spent year in the homeland. It was very pretty woman with pleasant manners and with sense of humour. The service in consulate doesn't bring in big incomes, and Mrs. Remzi put on very modestly, but with taste. She was able to carry things and always looked elegant. I wouldn't pay on it special attention if not one its quality which, perhaps, and is peculiar to women, but presently usually them disappears. Looking at Mrs. Remzi, her modesty shouldn't be surprised. The modesty decorated it as the flower decorates a dress. Somehow at dinner conversation incidentally concerned pearls. Newspapers wrote about the smart way of receiving pearls which is thought up by Japanese much, and the doctor noticed that their pearls will inevitably reduce present cost. These pearls are also already very good, and soon it will bring to perfection. Mr. Kelada, as usual, grasped a new subject. He told us everything that it is possible to know about pearls. I think that Remzi even about it had no concept, but he couldn't miss an opportunity to be linked to levantinets, and in five minutes cruel dispute inflamed. I still never heard that Mr. Kelada argued so passionately and is verbose, as this time. At last told Remzi it especially wounded something, he knocked a fist on a table and cried: - I after all know that I speak. I go to Japan, just to look at notorious Japanese pearls. It is my specialty, and any expert will confirm to you that with my opinion reckon. I know all best pearls in the world, and if that I don't know about pearls, and the nobility doesn't cost that. It was for us news, at all the garrulity Mr. Kelada didn't speak to anybody about a sort of the occupations yet. We heard only that it goes to Japan on some commercial affairs. He victoriously inspected us. - To Japanese never to receive pearls, which such expert as I, wouldn't distinguish at first sight. - He pointed to Mrs. Remzi's necklace. - Mark my words, Mrs. Remzi, this thread never on one cent won't fall in price. Mrs. Remzi from modesty peculiar to it slightly reddened and hid pearls under a dress. Remzi moved forward. He looked at us, and in his eyes the smile flashed. - Beautiful thread, truth? - I paid at once to it attention, - Mr. Kelada answered. - Yes, I told myself, this pearls that is necessary. - It was bought without me. Interestingly, how many, in your opinion, it costs? - Oh, price to it about fifteen thousand dollars. But I won't be surprised if on Fifth Avenue took all for this thread thirty. Remz mischievously I smiled. - And what you will tell if Mrs. Remzi in day of departure from New York bought her in department store for eighteen dollars? Mr. Kelada flushed. - Nonsense. Pearls real, besides for