Кухни

There is a special magic in old kitchens - with peeling oilcloth, the smell of milk, and the clinking of spoons at night. Everything happens quietly and honestly there: conversations without pretension, tears without loud confessions, forgiveness without words. The world outside the window may be falling apart or changing, but here everything remains simply alive - like salt scattered on the table.

There is no place for drama in these kitchen microcosms. Only warmth, fatigue, and the hope that everything can still be “not bad.” Let time wash away the labels and paint from the walls, but somewhere between the kettle and the light bulb on the cord, the memory of joyful days - the real ones - still lives on.