Mikhail Bulgakov. The white guard (№ 443091)

Scarlet spots bloomed on his cheeks, and, crouching in clean linen, in a dressing gown, the frozen Lieutenant Myshlaevsky softened and came to life. Terrible obscene words jumped in the room like hail on the windowsill. Squinting his eyes to his nose, he scolded with obscene words the headquarters in the first-class carriages, some colonel Shchetkin, frost, Petlyura, and the Germans, and a blizzard, and ended up by overlaying the hetman of all Ukraine himself with the most infamous public words.