In the living room, the mother-in-law swam like a boat on a quiet lake. In her hands, she carried a huge oval dish, from which the stunning aroma of baked fish, garlic, fresh herbs and lemon came. On the pillow of vegetables rested a giant ruddy sturgeon, decorated with a net of sauce and slices of tomatoes.
The guests gasped. Tamara Grigoryevna even dropped the napkin.
“That’s it!” she handed it out. “Well, Galya, you give!”
Galina Mikhailovna shone with joy. She put the dish exactly in the center of the table, spread the shoulders and threw the audience with a victorious look. Bogdan was quite quacked and corrected the collar of the shirt, taking the silent delight of the public at his own expense.
Oksana, feeling the appetizing smell, took the fork. She really got hungry while she listened to the fairy tales about non-existent cottages. The woman reached out to the dish, intending to put a small piece of fish.
