It may not be like that in the bigger cities, but in our small town that the way it was : Even though you paid the driver and told him to look for other fares, he often waited at the door of the shop so that when you came out he could ask you to ride in his carriage again.
We entered the first shop. They said they had no woollen shoes. Then we looked at some other things, from silks and satins to wool serges, from wool serges to silks and satins. We didn't even glance at ordinary cotton cloth. It wasn't at all the way our mothers shopped-buying a length of this for a bed sheet, a length of that for a padded tunic. We had nothing to do with such matters. Ours mothers wouldn't see the inside of a shop for a month at a time, but when they did it was a case of that too. For instance, they might buy a colored cotton summer print in winter because it was cheaper then-sooner or later they'd be able to put it to use. But we weren't like that. We went shopping every day, hunting for pretty things, expensive valuable things, things for which we had absolutely no use, things we had never even thought about.
Translated by Howard Goldblatt