Sveta made two cups of coffee, and after drinking coffee with me, she took out a small woven bag from under the bed and handed it to me, telling me that it was the ginseng she had brought for me. I took a hundred dollars out of my body and handed it to her, but instead of taking it, she asked me to put it away. Sveta sat down next to me, took my head in her arms, lowered her head and kissed me, and then Sveta said, "Peng, I don't want your money, you gave me a lot of money last time." You know what I want, but it's hard to achieve, I'm very happy that you can stay with me for a few days, I don't ask for a lot, as long as you don't forget me, I can see you in Novosibirsk every time I go to China in the future, I'm satisfied. I didn't say anything, and I didn't know what to say, I sat up straight and put my arms around Sveta, who threw her head up in my arms and closed her eyes, motioning for me to kiss her.

It took a long time for Sveta to part with me. At this time, Sveta, some messy hair covered her eyes, her face was covered with redness, her bright red lips were slightly open, her noble chest rose and fell with wheezing, and her body exuded a faint and seductive aroma.

Sveta looked up and said, "Peng, I want to discuss something with you. I said, "Sveta, tell me something." Sveta said, "Peng, can I take a few of your ginseng sticks and sell them?" I made wine with the ginseng you gave me, and it worked very well, and my neighbors and friends also wanted it and asked if I could buy it for them. I took out five ginseng sticks from my bag and handed them to Sveta, "Sveta, is five ginseng enough?" Sveta nodded and said, "That's enough, Peng, you sue me, how much does ginseng sell?" I said, "My ginseng is 50 dollars per plant for a Georgian restaurant in Novosibirsk, and they might sell it for 100 to 150 dollars, but the customers there are very rich people, so you can sell it for 50 to 100 dollars." Sveta nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you the money when I sell it." I shook my head and said, "After the ginseng is sold, you don't have to give me the money, just keep it for yourself, just let me buy you the money for the gift." Sveta touched my head and said, "Fool, you don't need so much money to buy a gift." I laughed and said, "Sveta, I wouldn't have made any money without you helping me bring ginseng in, so I'll just pay you for my hard work." Sveta took my hand and said, "Honey, I don't have trouble bringing this little thing, and I'm not short of money, every time I go to China, I bring some things back to sell, and some people ask me to help them bring things, I have money, I brought some silk pajamas this time to go back and sell them to the store." That's good, I'll keep the money from selling ginseng, and when you go to Moscow in the future, I'll use the money to take you to St. Petersburg to play. I nodded and said yes.

In the morning, I just took a bite in the café in Trans-Baikal, and a few hours passed, and I tossed with Sveta for a long time just now, and now my stomach suddenly growled, and I suddenly felt hungry in my stomach, and Sveta laughed when I heard the grunting sound in my stomach, "Honey, are you hungry?" I'll go and prepare something for you to eat, and don't starve my man. I said, "No need, I bought a lot of delicious food in Manchuria, and just now I took a lot of them to the fat man's box, let's go over and eat now, I'm afraid they will be wiped out if it's too late." ”

After Sveta changed into sportswear, we went to Fat Brother's box, where Fat Brother Lena and Brother Chen Chao and Vera were sitting in the box, and they were drinking and chatting happily. Seeing us come in, Lena said, "Peng, your treatment time is too short, I said Sveta, isn't Peng still treating you completely and thoroughly?" I don't see any tiredness in Peng, and you can continue to go for treatment. When everyone laughed when they heard this, Sveta's face turned red, and he replied to Lena: "Lena, you are a female hooligan, and after a while, I want Oleg to treat you thoroughly." Lena leaned on the fat man and said triumphantly, "That's a must, the fat man won't give me a short time to treat." We thought you'd be here tomorrow morning at the earliest, but we didn't expect you to be so fast, and we're going to leave you with just a few bones and empty bottles. After Lena finished speaking, there was another burst of laughter in the box.

I laughed and didn't speak, I saw the cut black bread on the table, grabbed two slices of black bread and swallowed it in my mouth, looking at me gobbling it up, Lena teased Sveta again: "Sveta, look at it, Peng is almost hungry into a wolf in order to treat you, did you hollow out Peng's body?" Instead of saluting Lena this time, Sveta poured me a cup of hot tea and served me some tomato salad on a plate, telling me to eat it slowly. I used to be very unaccustomed to eating black bread, I always felt a sour, salty and salty taste, and it was difficult to swallow when I ate it in my mouth. Today, perhaps because I was too hungry, I ate the black bread in my mouth, and it felt so sweet that I ate a few slices at once. Seeing that I was eating sweetly, Vera asked me, "Peng, is the brown bread delicious?" I nodded again and again and said, "This black bread is so fragrant, I didn't like to eat black bread before, but I didn't expect today's black bread to be so delicious." Vera said happily: "Peng, I am very happy to hear you say this, this is the Borodino black bread I brought over, which was given to me by a very rich-looking passenger who got on the train in Zabaikal just now." It's a pity that they don't like to eat anything other than you. "Borodino brown bread? Isn't this ordinary brown bread? I asked curiously.

Vera smiled and said, "Borodino black bread is not ordinary black bread, Borodino black bread is the top black bread in the eyes of our Russians. As soon as I heard it, I was intrigued, "Vera, can you tell me about the Borodino brown bread?" Why Top Black Bread? Vera said, "Your Sveta likes to read, and she has the highest education here, so I want her to tell you about it." I looked at Sveta, who nodded and said, "Okay, Peng, then I'll tell you the story of Borodino brown bread and Russian black bread." ”

After taking a sip of tea, Sveta began to talk about Borodino black bread, the reason why the top black bread in the eyes of Russians is called Borodino black bread, which is related to the Russo-French war in the early nineteenth century. Napoleon, Emperor of the First French Empire at the beginning of the nineteenth century? Bonaparte led his army into Russia, and the French and Russian armies fought fiercely in Borodino, a village on the western outskirts of Moscow. In a single day, more than 200,000 Russian soldiers were thrown into battle, and at least 70,000 were killed and wounded. It is said that when the nuns of the local monastery in Borodino saw that the wounded Russian soldiers had no appetite for food, they added some appetizing grass seeds to flour and baked a fragrant black bread to whet the soldiers' appetite. Another theory is that on the eve of the war, in order to boost morale, the nuns added coriander seeds to brown bread, which tasted sweet and delicious, and lifted the spirits of the soldiers. Borodino black bread thus "became famous". Borodino black bread making zuò procedure is complex, the use of materials is exquisite, the whole wheat flour is put into coriander seed flour, the baking time is very long, the roasting process continues to spread coriander seeds on the surface, the baked black bread must stand for 24 hours, so that it is fully solidified, the water vapor is discharged, the taste is better, the aroma is stronger, and finally the color of Borodino black bread is black and bright, the soft and hard are moderate, evocative, and can be stored for a long time, and the Borodino black bread sold on the market today still follows the recipe of the Moscow bread factory in recent decades.

The story of Russian black bread, it seems, is always associated with war. During World War II, Hitler's Nazi troops invaded St. Petersburg and clamoured to wipe the city off the map. After three years of siege and bombing, the people of St. Petersburg survived the blockade and won by relying on the few remaining pieces of black bread and using the open space to grow fruits and vegetables. Black bread became a symbol of the indomitable will and faith of the Russians. For Russians, a cup of coffee, a slice or two of firm black bread, is a delicious breakfast; Brown bread with butter, served with pickled cucumbers, pickled fish fillets, caviar, beetroot soup and main course, makes for a hearty dinner.

Listening to Sveta's vivid and detailed narration, I was fascinated by the Borodino black bread in front of me, and the scene I often saw in the bakery appeared in my mind, the trembling old lady picking up the freshly baked black bread in front of the bread shelf and sniffing it lightly, with an intoxicated expression. It seems that falling in love with Russia begins not with falling in love with Russian beauties, but with falling in love with Borodino brown bread.