Samovar

Fill the samovar with water.

Come on now with the samovar ─ and make haste sorting the letter-bag.

Eurydice pointed to the cupboard, and sat down on the low divan with folded hands, and looked at the floor.[…]Elsa made her drink a glass of vodka. Then she fetched the samovar from the kitchen, and made tea.

“Chumley. The beverage situation around here is reprehensible.” “Oh, good morning, sunshine.” “Surely our massive conglomerate parent company could spring for a samovar of coffee.” “Yeah, or like a big coffee dispenser.” “That's what a samovar is.” “Are there other black nerds, or is it just you and Urkel?”