“Ilya,” I say, “why don’t you just introduce yourself and Ira? You know all these lovely people, don’t you?”
“Nyet,” says Mr. Ehrenburg. “Can’t say that I do.”
“Oh, all right,” I say. “Ilya, Ira, here’s Yma, Ava, Oona. Ilya, Ira— Ona, Ida, Abba, Ugo, Aga.” (“Yma Dream”, Thomas Meehan)
