Mount Athos

Good evening. My name is Bear, and I'm a linguist. I'm also a gourmet. Once a year I visit the exhibitions МесоМания, Светът на млякото, Салон на виното, БулПек and Inter-Food&Drink at the InterExpoCentre. These exhibitions are primarily held for manufacturers and merchants, but they also try to hook rank-and-file consumers like you and me there. Without us retailers will have no business, and then what's production for?

This isn't the story yet; it's the preface. The story is to come.

Some producers offer their products for sale. Some offer them for sampling.

You probably know that professional wine-tasters don't swallow the wine; they spit it out. There's a reason for that. But in my book spitting out wine (good wine, I mean) is the moral equivalent of shedding the same amount of innocent blood.

This isn't the story yet; it's the current mood. The story is to come.

( The story, its very self )

So the take-home story is this: It pays being a linguist. Ours may not look like a profitable trade, but it is. Really.

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Вот только чего я не понимаю. На выставке я купил, помимо прочего, две банки меда. Точно помню. А когда пришел домой, я их не досчитался. Где и когда я мог их потерять, понятия не имею.