"School time. And under any weather has gone to hell, we in the courts"... This recipe, we composed a teacher of Russian language and literature. Now, on the eve of the holiday, I have another reason to thank her for her patience, unconditional acceptance, approval. Because with her I always felt valuable and meaningful. Reverent gratitude I feel when I remember that she organized literary evenings in their spare time. And she is no pay. Her desire was for her a necessary and sufficient motivation. The desire to introduce us to lines of Akhmatova and Sasha Cherny, tell the story of Esenin and to acquaint us with the works of Goethe and Remarque. It was not in the program. But she was in a hurry to share with us their favorite works. And with them his soul. In one of these evenings and was born next masterpiece. And became a legitimate favorite. School time... We often baked Apple pie. All were then the gardens-vegetable gardens, where grew many apples. And let someone tell them it's a commonplace, but the taste of this still seems magical. The taste of youth. Dreams. The time you all fibers of soul feel his omnipotence. When the sea knee-deep, and mountains on the shoulder. And spice to dessert, we have attached added to the dough walnuts. While the marshmallows we could afford in exceptional cases. And it ate a bit of sugar, half each... Subsequently, I have linked together two of your favorite children's treats. And here was such a modification.