I was late at work, there was no opportunity to eat. Hungry, I go shopping and go home. And here in the nose smells of fresh, divine baking. And I have half a roulette and a crust of bread at home, all the rest to cook. And so thirsty on the soul became, I remembered family evenings, in a distant childhood, when my mother was cooking cakes, as he revolved around her with the desire to squeeze a couple soon. I went home, didn’t have time to dress up, the door knocked. On the doorstep, the neighbor's grandmother Masha with a plate of smoking cakes. I know, he says that you live alone now, not cooking for anyone, here eat. I felt so excited, hugged her, thanked her. I’ll tell you, nothing more delicious than these fresh, fried potatoes have not been eaten in the last 20 years. All attentive neighbors and pleasant surprises.