“I thought so. And why do you need Sunday underwear when you go to harvest corn? I had one pair of Sunday underwear at that time: Polish ones, they were white, with a strawberry and an inscription ‘Sunday’ – from a set that was called ‘a weekly.’ Do you know anything about such a thing?” “I’m not sure.” “Well, they had sets of seven panties: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday… and so on to Sunday! The entire wrapping was an impossible luxury. My mother was able just to buy me one of them. The Sunday ones.” “And you put them on.” “Yes, and I would constantly sniff them to see whether they didn’t have a scent. And just in case I sprayed my mom’s Jasmine deodorant there. I sprayed it so enthusiastically that it was hell for me down there. I turned it into a jasmine bush. I looked impeccable. Believe
