“Ten years ago, on the twentieth of July, I sat in the editorial office and secretly admired Nadenka Krylova’s legs. She knew that I was admiring them, but pretended not to notice. At that moment she was “Miss Work”, completely absorbed in analyzing reader letters. She furrowed her clear brow, raised her thin eyebrows in surprise, and moved her plump lips, like a child learning to read letters, but she never looked in my direction. True, when she sat down at the table (the main part of her work was to move the next stack of letters from the common table, which for some reason we call “Swedish”, to her own), she did not try to straighten her short skirt, revealing everything to my inquisitive gaze. more and more intimate and seductive lines. You know, such perfect and smooth lines should be taught at school in geometry lessons. But before I decided to tell her about it, another three months passed. And two years later she became my wife. I still admire her legs, but... Apparently, my interest is no longer of the same value to her. What can you do - inflation... We are all experiencing inflation. Simply put, we are depreciating..."