Another from Isaac Babel's short stories, this one Lyubka the Cossack

        "Here's a child lying and yelling its little guts out enough to make
you weep, and you, you great fat thing, sit like a boulder in a forest
and can't ease him with the breast".

        "You ease him with the breast," retorted Pesya-Mindl, not raising her
eyes from the book, "provided hel'll take it from you, you old
twister--the breast I mean.  For see, he's a big boy now, as big as a
Rooski-boy, and all he wants is his mother's milk...".