“It was Sunday, and Prokhor Bertolaev was allowed to sleep until noon. For breakfast he boredly pecked at black porridge, took a sip of instant coffee with milk - he had no appetite at all - and went for a walk with Pug, without much enthusiasm taking with him the eldest Gavrik, who had suggested himself. Mavrik and Nastenka stayed to watch cartoons. The weather turned out to be excellent, sunny, light frost was invigorating, and they waved across the wasteland to a distant store where beer is cheaper ... "