And I Was Happy, When I Could Reach

And I was happy, when I could reach a plate. I assimilated at this time to the Creator Heavenly which of a mash and chaos of diverse elements has created the fine world in the harmony. Like the Creator I brought spirit of love life-giving in the creations, and there was truly a divine food - nectar and from the most simple at first sight potatoes, sour creams and greenfinches. Even the simple meal with which the woman during manufacturing sates with the love, the benevolence and tenderness to near, becomes life miracle, and if I in target that is called, dispersed and , for example, the Ukrainian borsch from thirty eight components, that, I think, at tenants at all entrance slobbers from fragrant aroma, well flew, and my family simply howled from pleasure, and Egor the direct pleasure not only differed from children, but, on the contrary, the first got them on delights and even made rough "applause" (as he spoke, "passing in an ovation") in honour of mum's cooking when I appeared in a drawing room with a new dish (on weekdays we, of course, ate in kitchen).