Kostikova st., 37
In the middle of the day, a woman came out of this house, came to me, and said, ” Here, eat. It’s a cutlet, fresh from the frying pan. You’ve been standing here for so long. And here are some more apples.” And she gave me two bags: one with a sandwich with a cutlet, the other with apples.) Such moments are very touching.
And when I was here for the first time, in the fall, I was surprised by how grandma was sweeping the street in front of her house. I can’t imagine that any resident of a high-rise in a residential area would come out and treat me to something, or sweep the street in front of the entrance.