The antonyms “dry” and “half-sweet” reminded...
Gorbachev's time, with a cynical attitude to alcohol. My mother works in a wine store.
I am 6 years old. It’s a hot August, we’re coming to Odessa. I don't remember how it went, but not "wild" as usual, but on the most real base of rest. Now she began to recall, and in her head shuddered the voice of an old loud speaker: "The rest base of Dawn invites to lunch!" This is where I celebrated my beloved parent.
On the first evening, before the dances, local massivists from the directorate played games for recreators. The scenario is simple. I know five names of flowers.“I know the five names of trees!” Volunteers who failed to accomplish the task are returned to the audience. Mom is still staying in the cottage, and I am already depicting a "wonderkinder" in the central site of the base.
Questions are becoming more and more mature, the rows of players are rapidly decreasing. And I hold on, that’s smart. (When I look at my photo from that summer – a shuffle in a peanut dress and round eyes – it becomes fun.) Here are the three of us. A tall, beautiful officer in a summer shirt, a red-looking lady of the Balzac age (this is now everything I know about Balzac, then I couldn't understand why my grandmother had such a beautiful white dress) well, and I, my mom's joy. The question, another question, we go from nose to nose. There is a mutual understanding between the young officer and the lady in the dress. I feel it well, I think they conspired to prevent me from winning!
I know five kinds of cheese.“I know five kinds of sausages!” - Hey guys, my mom, right now, in a time of terrible deficit, works in a wine and ice cream store, and I am a child curious, well, you understand...
The host of the show obviously decides that it is time to bind with the little one, and to provide the story of a brave officer and a beautiful lady with a beautiful end.
I know the five names of alcoholic drinks. The lady answers first - and on the fourth name fails. Ura to! I thought it would not be red anymore. My turn: "Old Kiev" - once, "Karat" - two... I regret, I do not remember what I called the third and fourth number. The last one was Basel.
I have won.
The man in shape did not respond. He strangely bended twice, wiped his face with the sleeve of a white kitten and cried. Suddenly, I felt sorry for a beautiful officer, and I, still pressing the microphone in my hands, began to tell him: "Uncle, there is another "Sniper", "Ambassador", "Ararat!" With each title, the audience was increasingly delighted with my victory.
The host said that I am a real winner and that my parents can be proud of me. And that I run to my house, because my mom probably won’t come to dance with me.