[Bathroom] Sunday evening is the last chord of preparation before the start of a new work week. Few of us today remembered the previous period of life in Abdiyevka. Do you remember your bath? Maybe the tiles there were somehow special, unforgettable? Or soft towels with a wolf's face, which were seen as the height of luxury at the time? Or maybe the legendary "quack-quack" shampoo that smells like childhood? A hard, rough washcloth that rubbed until it turned red, and an eternal piece of pumice stone on the edge of the tub? Real artifacts of the past. Until a certain time, my childhood bathroom was lined with shiny black tiles, on which there were constantly whitish soap drops and stains. For decades, my grandmother got so tired of washing him all the time that in the 2000s the bathroom finally changed its outfit. It turned white and green, with an elegant floral border. Remember, this was the height of fashion then: a dark bottom, a light top and a frieze separating them. This splendor included a stylish floral curtain and an ultra-modern sink by these standards with a cabinet and a large mirror. Then - I dry my hair with a Vitek hair dryer, bought at the Ross store, which is near the cultural center. Today all kinds of Dyson and their prototypes can handle any scythe in a few minutes. Then the drying became a complete ritual and took a long time under the mournful hum of hot air. After the bath, completely pink and clean, like a pig, with the smell of apple or strawberry shampoo, you go to the kitchen. Drink hot tea, brewed in the blue plastic "vitka" of the same name, and eat the perfect hot sandwich with melted cheese and sausage from the microwave. Then, with a clear conscience and a sense of absolute happiness, you go to sleep in a clean bed with a fresh smell. And outside the window at this time, an empty evening tram will rush by, clattering on the joints, leaving for the arena.

[Bathroom] Sunday evening is the last chord of preparation before the start of a new work week. Few of us today remembered the previous period of life in Abdiyevka. Do you remember your bath? Maybe the tiles there were somehow special, unforgettable? Or soft towels with a wolf's face, which were seen as the height of luxury at the time? Or maybe the legendary "quack-quack" shampoo that smells like childhood? A hard, rough washcloth that rubbed until it turned red, and an eternal piece of pumice stone on the edge of the tub? Real artifacts of the past. Until a certain time, my childhood bathroom was lined with shiny black tiles, on which there were constantly whitish soap drops and stains. For decades, my grandmother got so tired of washing him all the time that in the 2000s the bathroom finally changed its outfit. It turned white and green, with an elegant floral border. Remember, this was the height of fashion then: a dark bottom, a light top and a frieze separating them. This splendor included a stylish floral curtain and an ultra-modern sink by these standards with a cabinet and a large mirror. Then - I dry my hair with a Vitek hair dryer, bought at the Ross store, which is near the cultural center. Today all kinds of Dyson and their prototypes can handle any scythe in a few minutes. Then the drying became a complete ritual and took a long time under the mournful hum of hot air. After the bath, completely pink and clean, like a pig, with the smell of apple or strawberry shampoo, you go to the kitchen. Drink hot tea, brewed in the blue plastic "vitka" of the same name, and eat the perfect hot sandwich with melted cheese and sausage from the microwave. Then, with a clear conscience and a sense of absolute happiness, you go to sleep in a clean bed with a fresh smell. And outside the window at this time, an empty evening tram will rush by, clattering on the joints, leaving for the arena.