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– Food-food… – With these words Anfisa got up from the bench and wandered off to look for a coffee shop. – What a strange day! Where do they eat here? I’ll find pointers. There is a waiting room over there and the dining room is to the right.

Entering the dining room she stood in line.

– Excuse me, Sir, are you the last?

– Yes!

For Anfisa everything here looks like in her former school cafeteria: the choice of menu is limited, the smell is peculiar, large tables, a lot of people and just as noisy. Such a strange and already forgotten sensation.

– I have to make a choice, what will I eat? – Anfisa asked herself and immediately answered. – I’ll probably take the soup and that salad.

– Girl, have you chosen? – the cashier asked.

– Yes, please, pea soup and carrot salad, as well as black tea. – Anfisa replied.

– Eight hundred and fifty.

– How much? So much? I don’t have enough for a ticket!!

– Take it or not? – the cashier said roughly.

– Yes! – Answered Anfisa holding out a crumpled bill found under the bench leg.

Anfisa picked up a tray of food and went to look for a table. But unfortunately all the tables were occupied! What to do? Yeah, there, at the end of the big dining room, one elderly man was sitting at the table. Hoping that he would not refuse her, Anfisa went there.

– Hello. May I sit here at your table?

– Hello dear. Have a seat young lady!

– Thanks! My name is Anfisa! – Anfisa said affably.

– Well, what a weird name! In now days you don’t understand anything. The soup is tasteless, the clothes are terrible. Can’t figure out which are the boys? Which are the girls? And the names are just a nightmare. I’m just Sergey Alexandrovich. Anfisa, from Egypt or what? – muttered the man.

He continued grumbling… while Anfisa silently ate her soup and hardly even listened to him thinking to herself.

– How difficult for such an old one to understand that everything has been changed for a long time. Enough to live with the old concepts! After all, you have to live here and now!

Having finished the soup and leaning on the back of the chair, she realized that she really felt good!

– Girl, what do you say about this? – Sergey Alexandrovich asked Anfisa.

– What?

– About the times! Here you are, for example, dressed as an astronaut. Iron is polished like a mirror, huge boots. You don’t look like a girl! In my days, girls wore dresses, and young people in suits!

– Why am I as an astronaut? I’m in my mother’s fur coat. – Anfisa thought in surprise.

– Are you talking to me right now? – She asked him while looking around.

– Everyone has strange clothes, I saw this only in cheap fantasy TV shows.

– Interesting, but how do I look? – And looking down at her legs, Anfisa saw quite, to put it mildly, strange boots and everything else as he had just said.

– But, I looked cool! I just had to tell him something, but I do not know what! I need to come up with a beautiful story, so I won’t fall face down into the mud, muttering another absurdity!