
Previously, the people of the people were different. “Victory”, “Volga” and “Moskvich”. About "Winter" and "Zisa" I do not say, of course. And gasoline was different. "A-72" and "A-76". Very cheap. 5.5 kopecks/l in 1962. And there was also B-70 gasoline. Even cheaper. For some reason he was called "aviation". I don’t know how it really is there, but the car flew directly from it! Like a plane. I remember there was a gas station near the Palace of Pioneers on the Lenin Mountains, from the side of the avenue, on the right, if you go to Moscow. The car was just like alive: before refueling, when gasoline on the bottom, she chatted barely, and how you pour a gasoline, especially the B-70-runs like a horse who ate fresh oats! Burned! Ah, good!
But I'm not talking about gasoline, but about okroshka.
The okroshka then everyone loved and did this: you will go to the market, take the bow of green, dill and all kinds of greenery, if there is enough money. Cucumbers, for example, for the season. We chop finely. You cook potatoes, also cut into pieces. Then every meat trifle: doctoral sausage, amateur, separate, Odessa, Krakow, Braunschweig, black (the so -called bear), servel, salami, Mortella and all that are also small pieces. Avocado - Come there Avocado. Then cook the eggs screwed, clean and cut into quarters. Then mix all this grace, lay out on plates and pour gasoline. Better “B-70”, it is stronger, ocher than, that is. “A-72” is more tender, but not so making his way.
And then you can show tricks. For example, after lunch, come to the market, where you were sold dill. Tell the seller: "Well, how much is a bunch?" Make the mouth: “Polff”, bring the lighter to the lips and ... like a dragon - with fire. Nothing difficult. Well, do you burn your mustache slightly. But joy!
And the next day you can even be funny. When the okroshka goes down, bring the lighter to another exit, and - PUFF! - You take off on the third floor. And there the girl is waiting for you! Class. As in a book about science fiction. Also nothing difficult. Well, do you burn a little panties.
And what were the cowards then! Father! Male satin, to the middle of the thigh. And female - bike, with three elastic bands and a comb. Although, sorry. I'm not talking about cowards, but about okroshka. About cowards another time.