So we walk, I note, the secret pride of Zatya, with our separate mug of tea. Your mug of tea is not mine! Grandfather had his own fork, he did not allow anyone to use it. Own. Personal fork, spoon and knife, personal plates and sputum bubble. I also recall a “linger” fur coat, a heavy fur coat on the “Lyrnia” fur, she hung at the entrance, her grandfather almost did not go out into the street. A fork for grandfather and grandmother. It is a pity to lose the elderly.