I keep the soda siphon as a memory of my dad, Litvinenko Mikhail Semyonovich, and the holidays he “organized” by carbonating water in the siphon. Dad always turned this simple process into fun, a pleasure. We drank carbonated water not in the kitchen, but in the room, from flutes. Dad would suggest we add syrup. Beautifully, at a distance, held the siphon, the foaming soda splashed into the glass. There were no restrictions, drink as much as you wanted. Dad always had a smile and a cheerful mood. Now I remember that in those moments I was like in a fairy tale. And there were many such fairy tales in my childhood.

Tatiyana