Visual writing

Early morning. Only several people are standing in the queue. A brightly painted woman with high old-fashioned coiffure is followed by a granny dressed in a shabby overcoat. She is trying to make out a price-list and constantly setting straight her spectacles.

"That buiscuit in a box, is it tasty?" busily asks the woman.

"We have it for the first time , we still haven't opened it" saleswoman just has time to say, and at that moment the other one comes running, with a funny ponytail. She jumps up and rubs her hands like a child, waiting impatciently for her birthday present.

"I want to taste it so much! I was waiting to opening this box! Will you buy it? Will you?"

The woman looks doumbfounded, purses her lips, but agrees, and the saleswoman comes running with contented expression to the box. Anyhow she cuts it with scissors and takes one buiscuit.

"Just smell that!" she exclaims and passes it in front of the other saleswoman's nose. Then she passes it in front of the brightly painted woman and the smell of cinnamon scaters in the air. At last the smell flies to the granny. "I want this buiscuit, too!" she exclaims.

At that moment another one woman comes in. She is close-cut, dressed in sport clothers and has a slightly male gait. Right away she notices hullabaloo near the box and asks, what it is. "It's an apple buiscuits!" the granny gaily informs her, tearing package by her finger and taking one to try. They all look happy and constantly deeply breathe in that smell of apple and cinnamon. Little morning Christmas.