“Good heavens! What horrors are happening in our little town!” Aunt Mila said gloomily, without taking her eyes off the fresh issue of the “Vesti Povolzhya.”
“Ah, dear Aunt Milochka, have you forgotten ‘A Dog’s Heart’ and Professor Preobrazhensky, who categorically advised not to read Soviet newspapers at the table?” I answered, trying to decide which piece of pie to grab.
It was a wonderful sunny Sunday morning. My aunt and I enjoyed the modest breakfast she had prepared—nothing more than cabbage pie with eggs, small pies with rice and fish, with mushrooms and, of course, Aunt Mila’s signature poppy-seed roll. Aunt Mila is simply obsessed with cooking, especially all kinds of baked goods. In this field, I’m sure she has no equal either in our city on the Volga or in Mother Russia in general.