It was in the 90s, I was probably 5 years old, and I really wanted to taste beer. For some reason it seemed like lemonade, with the same bubbles, cold, sweet. But to try it, of course, nobody allowed me to.



So one day, on a hot summer day, I walked through the street and saw a glass bottle of Zhygulevsky filled to about half. The thief looked around in search of the adults, picked up this bottle and made a small swallow. I didn’t like the taste of the content, and I refused to drink beer for 20 years.



P.S I still prefer to think that there was really beer. Do not discourage