The next to our building supermarket contains very strange types of drinks. Some of them I’m afraid to take in my hands, and not to my mouth; Tymofiy informed me about some of them in detail. After not very lengthy ruminations I decided: if Violoncello is already such a demanding absorber of drinks, I could make an original home drink. So, I bought a box of strawberry juice, two bottles of domestic vermouth, an enormous bottle of nut-flavored liqueur, made by our brother Slovaks, and a small box of mint tea. I also bought candy, bananas, several bunches of grapes, a kilo of apples, and ground chocolate. Next to the checkout (not being conscious of what I’m doing), I bought several “Milka” chocolate bars with almonds. And just when I was paying, I realized that I had taken them especially f
