Y to Y! When in the first class, at the teacher's question, I honestly said that my mother did not know how to cook, I was embarrassed, mocked and accused of ungratefulness, in general, led to tears. But at home there was a very limited choice of dishes. A friend’s mother was an engineer, but a genius of cooking. They had a house, a table. All the friends of my friend's brother's friends ate there too. Less than 5 liters of soup pot, they never cooked, and every day. Now that I recall how I had done everything I wanted, I am ashamed. We just fed up two engineers with a Soviet engineering salary...none of the parents of this childhood came to the mind to give money or bring products...