хлеб
Одна из самых удивительных вещей в мире - это ходить за свежим хлебом. Только не в какой-нибудь современный супермаркет, а в старую, неотремонтированную, пропахшую хлебом булочную. Хлеб там на деревянных стеллажах в приоткрытых полиэтиленовых (nCH2) пакетах. Разбирают его, как правило, моментально, остаётся только хлебный дух. И вот ты идёшь домой, прижав заветный кулёк поближе к сердцу, вдыхая тепло на осеннем холоде, а самое замечательное - по пути отгрызая маленькие, вкуснющие, тёплые кусочки белого батона... Лучше всякой жвачки, ей-богу.
//One of the most wonderful things to do is to go to the shop for a newly-baked bread. Here's one very important point: not to an up-to-date supermarket, but to an old, become permeated with the smell of bread bakery. Bread there lays on the wooden racks in the slightly opened polyethylene packages. It disappears immediately, and only that smell of bread stands there. And then, you go home with a treasured pachage near your chest, inhaling heat on the autumn cold and bites off small tasty and warm pieces of the bread... That's better than any cud, really.
//One of the most wonderful things to do is to go to the shop for a newly-baked bread. Here's one very important point: not to an up-to-date supermarket, but to an old, become permeated with the smell of bread bakery. Bread there lays on the wooden racks in the slightly opened polyethylene packages. It disappears immediately, and only that smell of bread stands there. And then, you go home with a treasured pachage near your chest, inhaling heat on the autumn cold and bites off small tasty and warm pieces of the bread... That's better than any cud, really.