"Continental" "Tsarist cuisine"
and "chef gift" Backing, grape rain, apricot fluff. They will tell me that this could happen in Abkhazia or in Turkey. Yes, it could, but nevertheless happened on Bukovina. I was ten. I studied in the third grade. In the Ukrainian literature lesson, I was called to the board. But the bell rang. For three days I was preparing in a row: I read a short text and retold it. I really called me three days later, I read, retold, but received only four. I sat down at the desk and cried.