"Dad does not work, and we all eat caviar"

On the eve of the festival , which will be held on August 20, on the anniversary of the coup, in the Museon Park, we asked our readers to talk about how they remember one of the most domestic and most important aspects of that time - food and ways to extract it. Many thanks to everyone who shared their stories with us.

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Sofya Stratonnikova : There was a cow Petyon, who gave milk, on the cow I wrote loving messages: "Zorro, I love you." It seems that I knew about the existence of Zorro from the liners in the gum that my mother bought <...>.

Nelly Shulman : I lived with a bandit, so I did not experience any problems with food and drink (Amateto liquor, in particular). There was a glass halfway in Komarovo, they arranged meetings, as they would say now - that is, gatherings. They made a great barbecue there. When G. (a bandit) brought me to Moscow, we had dined in some muddy multi-room apartment in an earthen shaft with vidaks, leather sofas and mirrors on the ceiling. In the kitchen, an elderly man was operating, about whom the owner of the apartment said that he began a cook career at himself (namely with such an intonation), on Lake Ritsa. Lunch then was out of eight changes, or something.

Maria Lazariants : several types of edible weeds, we and my neighbor and I looked along the fence in the yard, soaky leaves soaked, scalded nettles, something like that went into the salad.

Pavel Teleshev : I hate oatmeal since that is what. Ovsyanka for me is a symbol of poverty.

Anastasia Lyukshina : Since childhood, I learned to bake all sorts of rugs and manniks - in general, everything that did not require large financial investments.

Tatiana Starostina : In December 1990, my eldest daughter was born. I remember the turn for children's porridge. And the ranks of the mayonnaise cans, which were forced by empty shelves in a gastronomist on Bolshaya Georgian Street. But for some reason I felt any panic due to the lack of products.

Tatyana Bronnikova : Mom cooked soups all the time-hotter for two to three days. The broth on the bones, the meat was cut off and frozen, then potatoes, or cabbage, or rice were added to the minced meat to increase the volume, and it was a filling for pies. Usually they were fried or baked on weekends.

Marat Sheni: I remember the slimy gray pasta, sticking together in an unappetizing lump, which you do not do with them. I poured them with a Bulgarian ketchup of glass bottles with red lids - but there was still nothing more in stores.

Macheho Sergei : I sold hot dogs with my mother at VDNH. I ate sometimes. There were sausages, so that a bun was just with ketchup and mayonnaise, sometimes with a sausage - but I had to pay for it from my pocket.

Natalia Tsaldrovskaya : Then they first heard about hot dogs. They once made meat coupons.

Nataliya Lyutenko : The village saved. My father did not receive a salary at the institute, they lived at the expense of relatives in the village, thanks to them (no one else).

Sofya Stratonnikova : There was a bag of crackers "just in case."

ELKA TODRES GELFAND : Mom fed all guests with pancakes. The most shameless guests (adolescents growing organisms, we were 16), having eaten Oladushkov, opened the refrigerator, and there was what was not intended for them. And an awkward silence hung, for the guilty owners, under -fed guests ... One guest approached, I remember, to the stove, lifted the pan cover and asked demandingly: “And then what do you have?” ...

Elka Todres Gelfand : My brother and I quarreled because of the Guinness Bank. Dad brought one jar of foreign order, I shared it with friends, and my brother, it turns out, had its own strategic plans for this jar, maybe my abrupt than mine. Parents were very upset later that there was a bank of discord in the house. There is no need to shine because, there are some problems from this.

Julia trubikhina : You can’t compare with the province, of course, but it was still hungry in Moscow. Mom with aunt (geologist and genetic biologist) went to the collective farm, where for three days of work they gave them a bag of potatoes, they received it to Moscow, and all winter this potato was laid out on newspapers in a small room and we fought it slowly.

Julia trubikhina : Mom went to the milk in the milk by seven, and by eight a pregnant woman with a belly, to give an extra bag. We were friends with a cheerful jacket of limitchiki who came up, who, cleared the snow in the yard in the morning, came to us to drink tea. She worked part -time in milk, and sometimes “according to the blat” fell and kefir. Milk, cottage cheese and kefir, after the birth of my daughter, we were still given out in the dairy kitchen. They made cheese (well, such as a “cheese product”), and 1150 dishes from potatoes were sophisticated (still do not eat potatoes).

Vladimir Todres : In a family of five, there were three practicing chemists (I was already a diploma on the 88th year, that is, it was considered) who received milk for harmfulness. This, in packages-tetrahedrals. It is quickly and well -sour, turning without effort into yogurt, with slight efforts - into cottage cheese and with noticeable efforts - into cheese. And cottage cheese became pancakes and cheesecakes.

Lala Greengoltz : Father went for sausage to Riga, my mother learned to cook cheese, there was even a food, but I remember that the excess was eaten by a tragedy, everything was calculated.

Elka Todres Gelfand : Our mother learned to make cheese herself, he was a little plastic, but better than without cheese.

Irina Ulyakova : Parents cooked cheese, I don’t know what, it was news and terrible agitation around this home -made cheese, everyone compared recipes and shared their impressions. To obtain a square shape, it was poured, even hot, into cut milk boxes. And he was, I must say, rather tasteless and only partly resembled the melted cheese.

Olga kuklinova : I will never forget the bread that my mother herself baked (one flour and water). I didn’t eat tastier.

Pavel Teleshev : Aunt somewhere a whole box of baby food. Puree made of meat-light brown gruel almost without taste. I figured out how to eat it: I laid out the slurry on black bread, sprinkled with salt and baked in the oven. The box left in a week.

Maria Lazariants : shared the secrets of "diversity". It was especially shocked that cereals and pasta can be frying properly before cooking.

Natalia Tsaldrovskaya : Then, in the 90s, we moved from the relative outskirts (area of ​​courage) to the center, almost to the Griboedov channel. Leaving the house, they looked to the right - the domes of the St. Isaac's Cathedral were visible there, and domes, not yet burned down, the Trinity of Izmailovsky Cathedral. So we moved with our banks and strokes in excellent scenery. But Peter is Peter - the ominous memories of the blockade introduced their flavor in that situation. Once they stood for several hours in a crazy line behind lean oil. It seems to me that it was without coupons. Now we can’t even imagine how to stand there - on a different tram is freer. The eldest, we note, in the 3rd grade, and soon it was necessary to run to school. The seller-young man poured into the container to accelerate the process, without weighing, at the rate of 1 kg = 1 liter. My daughter watched, looked and said: but in a liter 900 with something there are grams of oil (she called the exact figure). I insisted that I go to the counter to find out the question. After the head of the manager, the seller pursed his lips and began to weigh all these glass bottles and all kinds of cans with an vengeful look. We almost broke us. It’s good that the youngest was not with us.

Julia trubikhina : My American friends made the impossible: they found tricky ways, and for me, fried, still warm hens were delivered to some mysterious base: my mother went to receive them there once a week. Interestingly, they delivered them directly from America?!

Vladimir todres : Our deceased grandmother was a blockade with a Christmas tree. Her certificate, coupled with her vitality, was in the 89-91st main tool for eating and jumping of queues.

Ruslan Safin : ate alcohol "piano".

Nadezhda Gladysheva : They ate potatoes. They took in the garden.

Tatyana Bronnikova : Bush, “Bush legs” - they, losing their mouths, were compared with the bluish, sinewy local chickens. We ate frozen in the first years after the wedding - there was no other money for anything.

Vassilissa Vassilieva : We rented a room by a grandmother in a village near Biryulev. Suddenly “thrown out” glass half -liter jars with pork and dry sublime meat suddenly “threw up” into the local Selpo. We put the battery with pearl barks in the cellar and ate it on special days, and a huge paper bag of meat stood on a terrak, and soups were cooked from it on a small electric tile all winter.

Lera Borisova : The most striking memories of the 90s that my childhood had to be: the Sverdlovsk Book with milk (my friend and I stuffed my mouth and laughed-the milk flowed down my cheeks), a delicious Cheburek, bought by my mother in the Leipzig store, and Snekirs, which seemed semolina!

Aysel Mekhdiyeva : There were four children. Once a week, dad came from work and brought Snickers, one, and from the threshold, holding out, said: “One for all, and all for one!” We divided it into 5 (!) Units - to children and mom, he did not ate. Snickers are still my favorite chocolate.

Pavel Teleshev : We divided the first “Mars” Batonchik into five, everyone got a small slice. The taste of this particularly can be compared with nothing.

Pavel Madurov : One friend of mine thought for a long time what to buy: the pirate plate “Pink Floyd” or “Snickers”. The chocolate bar won. I did not give a try.

Sofya Stratonnikova : There was an acidic color "Juppy". We bred this rubbish in the water, drank, and the walls of the cup remained the colors of the drink.

Anastasia Lyukshina : We cooked caramel in spoons, and also froze the juice diluted from the bag, and I got ice cream.

Julia Trubikhina : I worked as a translator with clients that the US Embassy supplied to me, where I am Freelance. Many of my clients were experienced people and brought food (non-repetent-conserva, spaghetti, chocolate, chocolate or smoked currency, as well as universal currency-Malboro cigarettes), so from some point thanks to my works, we didn’t even survive it. I remember a funny scene. I come home and begin to lively tell what I ate with my American clients in the Margarita cafe on Patricks (then, in my opinion, it just opened, but, I remember, for some reason, there is all the time the light on the street. This is a cafe, to my surprise, it still exists there). And suddenly I notice that my young husband and his younger classmate are sitting and eating sausages I have hung up from the previous work. Having cut off my monologue about the Epicurean feast in Margarita is half-word, I begin to yell at them: I, they say, plowed my sniffers for a special occasion. And they, of course, are laughing at me, Okhaliki: Do you even hear yourself? You tell us here for fifteen minutes that you cracked there in a restaurant, and it’s a pity for poor hungry students and sausages?!

Maria Lazariants : At about this time, I went to my mother to work, where there was an old -style dining room, we took one lunch for two, often only the second for two.

Olga Kuklinova : There were only wooden bread in the store, juices in three -liter banks and chips in potato packs. For fresh bread, we were driven to a bakery. These odorous bricks were good! Part to the house was not reported, of course.

Andrey Andreyev : Yes, there were no problems with food. There were meat and strawberries on the market.

Artur Rishon: Once Dad brought from somewhere a three-liter can of caviar. There was no other food, so we ate it with spoons - I would like to say that it was right from the jar, but no, we put it on a saucer. Once I was returning home from the yard, a scum neighbor pressed me against the wall in the entrance and asked how to do our family. “Great,” I honestly said, “dad does not go to work, and we all the time eat red caviar.” How skewed it!

Sergey Panteleev : I recalled how in the early 90s a large wooden barrel of red caviar was dragged from the boys from the boys from the Vaninsky port. They opened, ate spoons right from the barrel. They had fun, left the caviar in the middle of the room and left, and when they returned, it turned out that my mother came - she saw all this and laid out carefully into banks, for the whole crowd, equally equally.

Evelina Sturman : “Leningrad sandwich” - bread with oil sprinkled with sugar. The bread had to be tilted so that sugar was poured.

Tatiana GT : Father from Moscow to Vladivostok brought a bricket of butter - 8 kg. It lived in the freezer. The kitchen cabinet was packed with soups in bags.

Anastasia Lyukshina : The most delicious dish in our childhood was fried potatoes with salted cucumbers in the bite or with cold milk.

Oksana Sanzharova : I somehow remember, they bought a wild amount of oats-almost unconditional, a very rough oatmeal was cooked from it for a long time, instead of sugar there was a random in it, which I bought a single piece, stuck with dirt-for a third of the weight of that raisins, I thought it washed for several hours, and then dried up, scattering along the sheet.

Dmitry Prokofiev : No, well, the food was in stores. At least in Moscow. I remember you will go for milk - well, in one, then in another, in the third it was already. The fish was only a polite ice cream. But the meat was crappy - hard and alone. Good meat was taken out through friends. There was also a strange gray bread, but there was also normal.

Vadim Lenev : Everyone brought from Moscow. Moscow is not Russia.

Vladimir Todres : We were given coupons <in the chemical faculty - for food "for harmfulness". Mine could be cheated in the buffet on the second floor of the chemical faculty of Moscow State University. Once I gave my coupons to friends from the commune at the airport. The guys (two) actually came to be cooked from the "airport" to the "university". Behind three packs of cottage cheese and something else. We all met in the buffet there, three hairy-bearded, but they are in Kleesh, and I am in a laboratory robe. Little associates on the chemical faculty of a little.

Olga Kuklinova : I remember the sweets from the children's mixture "Baby", which my mother did herself and for some reason called truffles. I secretly dragged this mixture with spoons.

Daria Schwarzbach : My mother made such truffles from the "baby"! There was a sprinkling and something syrup, pink, strawberries were obtained; She still inserted a petal, but it was impossible to eat. Very beautiful and tasty, still has not eaten anything like it.

Maxim Chayko : Truffles "Baby" made of rice flour.

Helene Grinberg : Truffles were sculpted from the mixture "Baby".

ELKA TODRES GELFAND : Already closer to the end of the year, I started working and earn good, and the Minute Tent was sold in the Minute tent. It smelled breathtakingly, costing money, but I had it. I remember the dilemma: to carry home, divide, or eat in one person and not tell anyone.

Olga Kuklinova : We lived in a tiny town in Transcarpathia and sometimes went to the forest for Kizil, birch juice, mushrooms. There were, it seems, apples in some abandoned garden.

Elena Pepel : My mother learned to make “sprats” from a mingel at home, which was cooked with tea and spices.

Sofya Stratonnikova : Daily food-vegetables (hated! Due to their duties, I poured their face in the vinaigrette), tea with honey (sugar is rare, it could only be stolen), a sea of ​​wild apples, mushrooms. The tradition of thanking the forest after you leave it, aloud.

Elena Pepel : Got products that we never saw and did not know how to use it: once the father was dragged a full pillowcase of flour-sized wheat. It was very difficult to knead the dough out of it, but somehow they coped. Or a seven -liter jar with orange syrup - from soda apparatus.

Evelina Sturman : My mother had two fans: one gave her the gold clock found in a trolley, the other - a bag of onions. Which with a bag of onions was promising, with a golden clock - a meaningless cute romantic.

Elka Todres Gelfand : Yogurts began to be sold in the store, I really wanted to try.

Evelina Sturman : Jam! Country jam made of blackcurrant and sea buckthorn. It grows itself, get sugar and tighten. Wildly surprised the children from the books who passionately stole the jam. Lord, this is jam. The fact that you are shoved three times a day in all types - vitamin.

Tetyana dzyadevych : I still do not like jam. I ate it in the 90s enough.

Tetyana Dzyadevych : Dad learned to bake bread, pies, make a homemade fermented in the oven. We went out of town for milk and bought several cans. There they bought giblets from the peasants, the meat was expensive, and they tried to carry it to Moscow in order to sell it more expensive.

Sergey Vesnovey : I remember the eve of the new 1991 and an empty refrigerator in the dorm room. I was ready to come to terms with the absence of Olivier on the table, to blame for other home holiday dishes, but to celebrate the New Year without champagne is too much. They did not find him anywhere. We were ready to change it to two blocks of Bulgarian cigarettes. But ... I had to buy a “wheat” vodka (terrible muck) to the coupon. They added mother’s raspberry jam to her, mixed with water and gamed with siphon-it turned out to be a shampo-spirt-Morsa (as we called it). And, happy, under the fight of chimes, they clung with faceted glasses with a raspberry sparkle, seizing it with croutons with homemade salty lard, herring and boiled potatoes, which on the pre -holiday days was the same shortage as champagne ... But there was New Year's sex, which you can’t buy for any coupons.

Maria Paraketsova: Once Dad came angry from the store, and his lips are shaking. The turn was defended, and it turned out that he had forgotten the coupons at home. "After the war, I thought that this would never happen to me anymore ..."

Fedor Tardatyan: Food was sold only upon presentation of the buyer's card. I still keep her next to the permission on a mobile phone.

Natalia Tsaldrovskaya : You could get a condensed milk for vodka coupons, it seems, too.

Maria paraketsova: We changed the coupons for vodka and cigarettes to the vegetable oil coupons.

Tanya Ilukhina : When my younger brothers grew up and burned as not in herself, my mother sometimes faked in coupons for the most popular products among them - cookies, for example. До сих пор помню, как она под настольной лампой с бритвочкой колдует с этими серыми бумажками. При этом моя мама из тех, кто не поленится тащиться обратно в магазин, если дома обнаружит, что за что-то с нее денег не взяли. И на кассе на нее регулярно шипели, когда она на троих детей талоны предъявляла: «Ишь, нарожают тут...»

Maria Voul: Мы ходили с папой забирать «заказы» (что это было? распределитель для многодетных семей?), и однажды нам выдали коробку, а в ней только кетчуп болгарский и больше ничего. В общем, не представляю, как родители умудрялись нас пятерых прокормить со всем этим дефицитом.

Inna Kulakova : Нас в большой степени миновали очереди тех времен — наши мамы могли показать многодетное удостоверение заместо предоставления реальных детей, когда выдавали в руки.

Elena Pepel : Вдоль пустых магазинов стояли люди, продававшие что придется с расстеленных на земле одеял. А мы, дети, ходили с деньгами в кармане — на случай, если что-нибудь «выбросят» в магазинах. Мы ориентировались на очереди и вставали в каждую. И если что-то было, покупали «на все». Так я приволокла семь кило ирисок, мы ели их два года после триумфа моей покупательской одаренности.

Арина Волгина : Мы приезжали в Москву, и жизнь там казалась нормальной по сравнению с нашей. Наш с мамой день часто начинался со звонка родственницы или знакомой: «В таком-то магазине там-то отоваривают талоны на ... (сегодня будут давать без талонов ...)». Мама брала меня, и мы ехали. У меня даже была собственная хозяйственная сумка — сшитый мамой рюкзачок в форме полена, который папа окрестил «балбешкой». Я надевала ее на спину, и, когда мы возвращались, в ней тоже была часть нашей с мамой добычи. Я, помню, гордилась, что тоже обеспечиваю семью... Помню номер в очереди (трехзначный), который ручкой писали на руке — чтобы никто не влез (и на моей тоже), и как мама инструктировала меня держаться поближе к ней, чтобы никто не предъявил меня, гуляющую рядом, как своего ребенка — и не получил причитающуюся на меня норму отпуска какого-нибудь бесталонного корма.

Galina Trutneva : Всегда с некоторым недоумением читаю про голодные 90-е. Провинция жила с пустыми магазинными полками до этого уже пару десятилетий, в 90-е ничего не поменялось: так же сажали картошку, выращивали на шести сотках ягоду и овощи, в лесу собирали и заготавливали в огромных количествах грибы. Талоны, конечно, были, бытовал даже анекдот, в котором гостей спрашивали: «Вам чай с сахаром или руки с мылом помоете?»

Izabella Shahova : Осенью были грибы-ягоды из соседнего лесочка.

Ksenia Laykina : Ветчину в банках нам давали в школе как гуманитарную помощь. Вкус у нее был как у картона. И по пятницам заказы в местном продуктовом, в очереди по полтора-два часа стояли.

Izabella Shahova : Помню коробку с гуманитарной помощью, там были армейские рационы, вкуснющие, особенно на фоне бесконечной пустой ячневой каши (ты ее туда — в смысле, пытаешься проглотить — она обратно) и попыток сварить суп из крапивы без ничего.

John Smith : Гуманитарная помощь — это крутая штука была. Сейчас поискал фото — тогдашних не нашел, ну, оно и понятно, но вот современные, в принципе похоже. Только в тех — немецких, кажется, — было еще по блоку (!) сигарет Pall Mall БЕЗ ФИЛЬТРА. И еще хлорные таблетки для очистки воды.

Maria Belilovskaya : Помню, тащила из школы гуманитарную помощь за себя и за младшего брата, какое-то порошковое молоко. В ней же еще какие-то достались жестяные банки с типа джемом: там было практически бесцветное желе, в котором попадались клубничные семечки. Мы удивились.

Asaf Shlishi : Нас у родителей четверо, старшему было десять, поэтому, когда из магазинов исчезло все, в школе нам начали выдавать американскую гуманитарную помощь. Помню ровные ряды банок с ветчиной SPAM — с немыслимым совершенно ключиком, на который без усилий наматывалась крышка, и никаких не надо ржавых открывашек — и бесконечное арахисовое масло, на бутерброды и так. Ешьте, говорила мама, оно очень калорийное. Мы ели. Ненавижу его до сих пор.

Tim Tashpulatov : Меня чуть не раздавили при получении гумпомощи в пятом корпусе ЛЭТИ.

Elka Todres Gelfand : На проспекте Маркса у гостиницы «Националь» продавались медальоны, жаренные на решетке, пахли офигенно. В шашлычной «Ингури» можно было недорого наесться чебуреками, а на Арбате продавали воды Лагидзе и хачапури в «Мзиури», недорого.

Oxana Bronevitckaia : Папе (преподаватель в институте) однажды заплату выдали шпротами. Мы почти год, когда ходили в гости, захватывали с собой по баночке, а то и по две.

Irina Lyanguzova : Мама пекла пироги каждый день — с капустой, с грибами, с рисом и луком, с дикими сушеными яблоками. Я не понимала, что это от нехватки еды, мне было вкусно.

Светлана Морева : Мама варила суп из пакетиков. Ели в основном картошку и бабушкины домашние заготовки: тушенку, соленые огурцы и помидоры, лечо, синенькие. Талоны на водку меняли на сахар и везли бабушке на Украину. Макароны с тушенкой и пельмени магазинные, в которых вкусным было только тесто. Яблоки были на счет — одно в день. Очень редко были мандарины или апельсины. Бананы мама приносила очень зеленые и прятала дозревать на антресоли — не помню, какой у них был вкус, интересен был процесс. На завтрак — чай с булочкой или батон — все с бабушкиным вареньем.

Tetyana Dzyadevych : Родители обзавелись курочками и кроликами, которые не только ценный мех.

Арина Волгина : Мы с мамой ездили за едой в город Дзержинск: там была химическая промышленность и — по бартеру, что ли — снабжение получше.

Ruslan Safin : Морская капуста. Тушенка китайская Great Wall .

Evgenia Larina : Картошка, квашеная капуста. Все с огорода. Какой-то период зимой папа работал грузчиком на речном вокзале, ему заплатили мешком судака. Ели его ползимы.

Ludmila Samoylovich : Пришла в гости к приятелям, они жили в четырехэтажном большом семейном общежитии: все четыре этажа воняли мойвой. Рвало.

Pavel Madurov : Теперь я понимаю, почему я ем абсолютно все. У меня нет ненавистных блюд. После 90-х любая жратва — это хорошо!

Tetyana Dzyadevych : Чаи стали пить травяные. Нынешним хипстерам и не снилось такое здоровое питание.

Maria Voul: Я очень уважала пельмени из красно-белых пачек. Иногда они слипались в монолитный комок, но так, кажется, было еще вкуснее.

Дарья Матяш : Боже, убийственные зеленые макароны, слипшиеся в ком!

Tatiana Osipova : Если бы не бабушка с дедушкой с их продуктами, фиг знает, как вылезли бы из той дыры.

Оксана Санжарова : Жила в Питере с тверской пропиской, так что талонов мне не полагалось (зато в питерских магазинах было хоть что-то). Основной едой было рагу из капусты-моркови-лука-картошки-хмели-сунели без грамма масла. Раза два в неделю ходила в гости к подруге, у которой подкармливали гренками, жаренными на горчичном масле (на котором нынче говорят, что жарить нельзя), а раз в неделю ночевала у любовника, мама которого — святая женщина — кормила и ужином, и завтраком, и там в доме даже случалась прям настоящая еда — рис с намеком на курицу, к примеру. Потом появился приятель, получавший что-то в гуманитарной помощи, — и притащил коробку бульонных кубиков.

Наталия Цендровская : Дело было в Питере. Старшая в 90-м училась во вторую смену, младшая в коляске. С утра снаряжались на поиски еды. Носились по всему району, пытаясь отоварить талоны. Но иногда перепадало кое-что и без талонов. Например, венгерский зеленый горошек в очень больших, трехлитровых, может быть, металлических банках. Взяли сколько дали, банки, наверное, четыре (по три-то литра). Невероятно был вкусный, даже без учета ситуации. Четверть века не забыть этой удачи. С коляской было очень удобно.

Арина Волгина : Для меня четкий символ того времени — затейливо уложенные башенки из консервных банок с морской капустой на пустых полках магазинов. Магазин весь пустой, и только эти шахматкой выложенные башни и стены по периметру. Почему-то морскую капусту мы все равно не ели — я еще бабушку спрашивала: может, мы ее купим?

Michael Borzenkov : В 91-м году еда уже была. «Сникерс» продавался в ларьках. Были уже ларьки! В тот момент как раз вся советская хмарь с синей вареной курицей успела слегка отступить, все приободрились, открылся на Колхозной площади магаз Levi's , в него выстроилась очередь стометровая, по телику красивую рекламу показывали с харлеями и жвачкой «Стиморол» — короче, свободой уже повеяло будь здоров. И тут хрясь — «Лебединое озеро». Очень хорошо помню этот момент — я сидел на даче и думал, внимая шелесту листвы: «E-мое, ну неужели опять обратно в это совковое говно погонят?!» But no. В тот раз обошлось.