My grandmother is Russian, but she has long lived in Georgia. When the troubles began with the breakup of the Union, she could not get out of there and decided to stay a century in this country, where she has a decent private home and her own farm. In the 1990s, the only way to communicate with her were letters. One such letter from my grandmother was remembered. Literally :

“Mom, there is a total deficit here, I work like a horse, but I can’t buy anything for the kids, the shelves are empty. is tired. I will send the money later. Please come if you can, grenades.”



Then the father thought and wrote "fruit" in the clusters.



For any case.