* There is something important in vinaigrette, There is something real in it, That’s why at the station buffet I love to take it and eat it. There is something in it from a cold snack, Something in it from a scrip and prison. Vinaigrette is very Russian, Vinaigrette is, in essence, us. There is something in it, unsightly in appearance, from our immeasurable latitudes. I would call it Eurasianism, but I’m afraid that people won’t understand.