Жди Меня (Wait for me)

I didn't have this perfume, I only tried it out of curiosity, and the cologne version too. The labels were torn, the bottles were dusty, and their contents were touched by time at the top, but not very much. Once upon a time there were light romantic perfumes made of ubiquitous Soviet jasmine and lily of the valley, lily of the valley was made into a Soviet captive at that time. Now such a clean, light bouquet without the washing white musk would sound exotic, but not retro. The perfume gave me an additional sense of universal connection: all people are separated by no more than 5 levels of mutual acquaintances. So between me and the poet Konstantin Simonov (in whose honor these perfumes are named) there is my husband, his mother, her uncle General Zhadov, his daughter Larisa Zhadova and finally, her husband - the poet Konstantin Simonov.