the Noisy of the street Tamara opened his arms.
she Settled, as expected, Rodney good-natured neighbor in Tbilisi near the Moskovsky railway station.
It was an elderly couple who rented a small room.
Oleg and Margarita took Tamariko as his daughter. Their children they had, and the young modest girl came they like.
Quiet at first, Tamara, gradually accustomed. Accustomed to the noise of the big city, and even loved the bustle and the crowd, which shocked her with the first step, which she did on the Neva.
Glib nature was not long in coming and in conjunction with the proud temper gave Tamara the confidence to the elderly, wondering first such Union of modesty and determination, soon felt that the young dark-eyed Georgian has now become for them a reliable support.
six months later, Tamara independently move around the city without fear or subway, or noisy taxi drivers.
She quickly figured out what was happening and learned to fight the bullies, to find the approval of women and condescending to take the admiring glances of young and not so men.
History had different, although we must pay tribute to her mother's care, for trouble she did not climb, but the back could give any offender.
One day while going to the market, and their "guardians," she's convinced that vegetables, fruits and greens ought to buy solely on the market and, in the end, completely took on this responsibility, Tamara got in a squabble between the seller and the buyer.
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it was Saturday morning on "Apraisal market."
Tamara bought the greens at a brisk Armenian women. The woman was she already familiar with and I must say, really helped her get situated at first in the crowd between the shops.
her First acquaintance, transfered into the future in friendship was due to that sympathy that often occurs between newcomers and helps them to feel confident in "foreign" territory.
Now every Saturday Tamara definitely stayed at aunt Ashkhen to buy flavored greens. She she studied the way, which later helped it to defend its borders and became part of her character.
somewhere inside aunt Ashkhen associated Tamariko with the image that remained from her memories about her grandmother.
Tamariko in the distance greeted the woman, Ashkhen, waving a bunch of parsley, which has already managed to buy the old lady around the corner.
Aunt Ashkhen, smiled, eyes narrowing, and his tenacious gaze was already burning through the parsley.
it seemed that it was catching fire from the beam will be only ashes.
as he Approached, Tamariko warned indignation vigilant traders.
- From old bought.
- Sorry, Yes? – asked Ashkhen, relenting.
Tamara nodded and, shrugging his shoulders, began to choose the greens.
the Choice she was accompanied by a special ritual: taking each bundle one or another type of greenery, perfect pinch off a piece and sniffed, catching the scent.
that the greens fresh Tamara is not doubted, but she needed to find "the beam"!
"the Same" is one which resembled her grandmother's cooking.
and now Tamariko by rubbing between the fingers, a piece of Basil, he closed his eyes, inhaling the aroma and immersed in memories.
three minutes Later, fluffy lashes flinched and black eyes with a flash of light, rushed to meet the chestnut eyes of aunt Ashkhen.
Tamara nodded, indicating for the selected bundles and said: "Take!".
- the Scent of you like a shepherd! – joked the clerk, intending to wrap the bunches in paper.
suddenly, among the crowd of buyers, which arose, as from the ground, he heard a disturbance.
- You think! Come in large numbers here! Look "one hand washes the other"! Chooses it. Of course! A salesgirl to her eye and blinks!
Gorlopanit some kind of "intellectual" in a green knitted hat.
- and one old tribe! Here's come together! – immediately supported the "green hat" some guy in a blue windbreaker Adidas.
the Crowd excited!
But Tamara, ready to fight back, suddenly, unexpectedly for herself, changed tactics.
She wanted to bring aunt Ashkhen, and knowing that scandal will ruin her reputation, "bit my tongue" which here-here was ready to break a curse word. Instead of tamariko shouted: "pipe down, people! Seasonings – the children of the East, and the East – a delicate matter! And choose them skillfully!"
" did you?" they did not "green cap".
- Yes, go on, share the secret! – shouted "adidasi".
- Teach us! So our noses didn't take! – zagaldeli the crowd.
Tamara began to teach – to teach to smell and imagine.
every smell she tied the picture, and it seemed the Georgian melody of the mountains like a veil covered the corner of the market where there was a clash of interests.
People listening to the melodious and lively voice of Georgian women, stand in line, and even bought his "portion" of greens in no hurry to leave.
Someone was standing at a distance, somebody just leaning on the boardwalk showcase.
"Blue hat" froze with his mouth open, and the man in the jacket adidase only whispered: "give! Yeah still got it!"
Learned if the students of Eastern art to choose seasonings to their dishes or not is unknown, but from that day on they all became regular customers of aunt Ashkhen, and seeing Tamariko in a hurry to get her advice.
- Here is the girl.
- Actress.
– you'll go Far!
they said after sassy girl with a graceful gait.
Since Tamariko on the market, loved and called her "our mountain goat".
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