Tall glasses stood on a table. They were filled with crackling liquid.- Well, - said the man, - Here we go. He took up his glass and urged the others to do the same. The afternoon had been warm, Liesel was slightly put off by the coolness of her glass. She looked at papa for approval. He grinned and said: “Prost Mädchen! Cheers girl!” The glasses chimed together. And the moment Liesel raised it in to her mouth she was bitten by the fizzy, sickly sweet taste of champagne. Her reflexes forced her to spit straight in to her papa’s overalls, foam and dribble. A shot of laughter followed it and Hans encouraged her to give it another try. This time she was able to swallow it and enjoyed a taste of a glorious broken rule. It felt great! The bubbles ate her tongue, they prickle her stomach. Even as they walked to the next job, she felt a nice feeling of pins and needles inside her. […]In the basement when she wrote about her life, Liesel vowed that she would never drink champagne again for it would never taste as good as it did on that warm afternoon in July.
i_am_svitlana8 июля 2022•Видна всемTall glasses stood on a table. They were filled with crackling liquid.- Well, - said the man, - Here we go. He took up his glass and urged the others to do the same. The afternoon had been warm, Liesel was slightly put off by the coolness of her glass. She looked at papa for approval. He grinned and said: “Prost Mädchen! Cheers girl!” The glasses chimed together. And the moment Liesel raised it in to her mouth she was bitten by the fizzy, sickly sweet taste of champagne. Her reflexes forced her to spit straight in to her papa’s overalls, foam and dribble. A shot of laughter followed it and Hans encouraged her to give it another try. This time she was able to swallow it and enjoyed a taste of a glorious broken rule. It felt great! The bubbles ate her tongue, they prickle her stomach. Even as they walked to the next job, she felt a nice feeling of pins and needles inside her. […]In the basement when she wrote about her life, Liesel vowed that she would never drink champagne again for it would never taste as good as it did on that warm afternoon in July.
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