Lunch with two colleagues. It turned out that in her early childhood she lived very close to Cole, and went to the same kindergarten, only a few years later. We start to remember what the teachers were called, and so on. The third, Artem, is listening to us, he is listening: “And I did not go to the garden, my grandmother was sitting with me.”
You were a major then!
Grandma’s granddaughter! You don’t know the horrors of the Soviet kindergarten! The burning pudding...
I: Manna cabbage with pieces...
A quiet hour.
I: Cologne, dressed as a babysitter backwards, we build a walk...
Kolya: Well, when we pressed the cocktails from bulka’s cheeks, he, shit, broke the grandmother’s cake!
Oh guys, stop lying, there could not be that in the garden!
Oh, Saga... What do you understand in the gardens! You’ve never even been "parvovozik"...