3.14 The great epic
3:14: Coming home late, the ancestors are all sleeping. I want to eat. Without turning on the light, I touch the cake with potatoes in the refrigerator (in it the lamp has recently burned). I take a pack of ketchup, mayonnaise. I grind mayonnaise, by the smell I understand that it is a condensed, slicing it, slicing it on mayonnaise, slicing it with ketchup....and o God...a cake with POVIDLO!!! to