Fifth story.
Today I want to tell you more story from my childhood.
As a child I went to the store to buy bread and was proud of myself, because I could calculate the total cost of the purchase and the change. The stall stood not far from our apartment building. At first it was a middle box with an entrance. Inside was separated section with its own walls and window, where they sold baked goods. The rest of the box sold vegetables and fruits. Then it was a small box divided into two halves: the left one for bread and buns, and the right on for fruit and vegetables. Each half had its own window for costumers. Someone would move a few meters or a few tens of meters along street. A little later the small box was replaced by a clunky old van. Since then, they sold only bakery products. The woman called Larisa worked there. She was always glad to see me. Now this stall does not exist.
It seemed to me then that the bread was tastier than it is now. I liked to eat rye bread with butter and salt, or pieces of bread fried in a pan until crispy. Sometimes I ate white bread with sugar, for this sandwich I took a lot of sugar. Ow, You have to try this - fresh rye bread with strong, hot and sweet black tea, especially in the fall, when it rains and the leafs are fiery red.
There was also a government building not far from our house with a store on the first floor. We rarely went there, but I remeber that there was a stuffed owl hanging on the wall, I liked it. There we were buying frozen foods and sometimes ice cream.
Remember how I said we had dogs and cat? Sometimes I had eat their dry food - "Chappi" for dogs and "Whiskas" for cats, especialy pillows with meat. No, we had enough food for people, too, but thought it was really tasty. Dry paste is also tasty under certain conditions.
