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Leonid Andreyev in “Two Letters” on a childhood craving for gingerbread and happiness that comes too late
When I was a boy of seven or eight, I had a passion for the cheap mint gingerbreads sold on our quiet street, in a little hole-in-the-wall shop; for some reason they were called "zhamki", and for a kopeck you were given two of them.