Base of a wineglass?

But I crudely raise... a wineglass again because ofyou

We take them out... some restaurant, some bar... get prints on a wineglass...

Now I need to choose who will hand over their wineglass and go.

If there’s something wrong with the bitch, there’ll be something wrong with the pup—” At that moment, the wineglass Aunt Marge was holding exploded in her hand. Shards of glass flew in every direction and Aunt Marge sputtered and blinked, her great ruddy face dripping. “Marge!” squealed Aunt Petunia.

On the table, where a candle was burning down, stood an almost empty carafe of vodka, wineglasses, bread, tumblers, pickles, and the dishes from a long-since-finished tea.

Indeed, everything was done up famously: the tablecloth was even quite clean; the dishes, forks, knives, wineglasses, goblets, cups—all miscellaneous, of course, in all sorts of shapes and sizes, borrowed from various tenants—were in place at the right time; and Amalia Ivanovna, feeling that she had done a superb job, met the people coming back even with a certain pride, all decked out in a bonnet with new mourning ribbons and a black dress.