You were sitting and smoking a cigarette when you heard footsteps, and then your husband came into the room with a cup of soup. When he saw you with a cigarette, he frowned and said in a tired voice: "Well, of course, you are the most feminine of all women," he took a cigarette from you and lit it himself. "You just don't do what you're told: you were told not to smoke," he said in a firm tone, "but to eat." After these words, you said, "It hurts me to eat..." you said in a hoarse voice and looked at him with your exhausted eyes, your eyes were watering from the pain, everything was burning in your throat, and you couldn't eat, Bokov sighed and said, "it depends, try it," then he took I took a spoon and scooped up the soup, and you still had to eat a spoonful of soup, despite the sharp pain, but I don't want to stay hungry for either time. "Let's not be naughty, and everything will pass soon." He scooped up a spoonful of soup again and handed it to you.