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My memories take me back to the USSR times, when I was on vacation in a sea-side summer camp. Once I was walking by the kitchen and saw a beautiful young cook shredding cabbage for borsch. You know, it was so beautiful that I froze for a moment and stared at her shredding cabbage. Her face was irreproachable and calm, with a slight shade of smile on it. I believe she was delighted to think about the delicious borsch she would make and about how dozens of teenagers will eat it with pleasure.
My memories take me back to the USSR times, when I was on vacation in a sea-side summer camp. Once I was walking by the kitchen and saw a beautiful young cook shredding cabbage for borsch. You know, it was so beautiful that I froze for a moment and stared at her shredding cabbage. Her face was irreproachable and calm, with a slight shade of smile on it. I believe she was delighted to think about the delicious borsch she would make and about how dozens of teenagers will eat it with pleasure.
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