Traditional Meal

传统餐点

My memories take me back to the USSR times, when I was on vacation in a sea-side summer camp. Once I was walking by the kitchen and saw a beautiful young cook shredding cabbage for borsch. You know, it was so beautiful that I froze for a moment and stared at her shredding cabbage. Her face was irreproachable and calm, with a slight shade of smile on it. I believe she was delighted to think about the delicious borsch she would make and about how dozens of teenagers will eat it with pleasure.