An ordinary morning in the family of Evgeny Grishkovitz.
Dad, give me the salt.
“Look, take salt... well, like salt... just white grains, which when you put on your tongue, they leave a salty taste. When I was a child, my mother...
Mother is out:
Well, like a mom, just a woman who spends most of her time with you, who loves you forever.
I’m better off singing at school.