Restaurateur
Saveliy Libkin

Freshly-salted cucumbers stayed in the pan about 10 days, exactly from that time when some of my friends came to us for gastronomic drunken feast under umbrella.  Taking into account that  I remember about the cucumbers only on Saturday when my head absolutely free from business matters then about 12 completely salted pieces have waited for their fate long ago. I cut a few cucumbers lengthwise in four pieces. Then Lilya, I, young potates and aubergine paste made ourselves comfortable at the terrace.  A few pieces of cucumbers have left. I decided to be a housholder a little and having opened the fridge threw them into the first subject resembling a pan. At that when I took away the remains I said for everybody to hear: I put to rights by myself so don’t make complains…  Only on Sunday’s afternoon when Lilya poured a compote she noticed that someting floating in it.  The compote had very creative taste and the cucumbers had violet tint.

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