The Education Of A Traitor: A Memoir Of Growing Up In Cold War Russia - Plot & Excerpts
CHAPTER THREE GREAT EXPECTATIONS Like any young child, I do not evaluate my world. I take it the way it is and adjust my needs accordingly. The good thing is, I do not need much. I have clothes for the cold Moscow winters, a dozen children’s books, a blue-eyed doll, Masha, and a second-hand toy dog, Shavka. Also, I do not care about food. I am a “terrible eater,” and the only food I like is sweets. Grandma claims that I have a “sweet tooth.” That, I know, is not true. If I really had a sweet tooth, I would have a sweet taste in my mouth all the time. As it is, I enjoy sweets only when Mom or Grandma gives me an open-faced sugar sandwich. That is a feast, and to prolong it, I chew the sandwich very, very slowly, savoring every snow-white crystal of sugar as it melts in my mouth. The only thing better than a sugar sandwich is chocolate. Alas, chocolate is very expensive, and I can have it only on big holidays or the birthdays of my older cousins Sima and Roma, children of Mom's sister Raya.
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