In high school, she lived with her grandmother in a private house. Not in the village, just in the city district of private construction. They ate mostly shop food, plus what grows in a small garden (grown not so much - a area of risky farming, you know).

One day a relative came to visit us. The salad served for lunch - ordinary, cucumbers with tomatoes and vegetable oil - impressed him just to the depths of his soul. Natural immediately feels, not that this is your buying nonsense, grown on chemistry! The soul is invested! To say that the cucumbers were bought in the nearest vegetable (sovdepovsky, with iron grid boxes and the smell of wet soil), and our own in that year all frozen to the damn grandmother during the spring frosts, we did not become. Why ruin a person’s impression?