A bit about childhood sins and scent

A woman sits down on the bench near me and I start to twitch, because I faultless guess the name of the scent, Miss Dior. I hate it sincerely, with all my soul. Relatives have presented it to my mother when the word "France" was pronounced in the USSR only in the context of perfume.

– It’s France! - proudly said my Aunt and poked me a small grey box with a bow.  I took the gift to the drawing room, where family united around the laid table. On my way I opened the small box, and with a gesture of a skilled magician snatched the stopper of the bottle and pulled it out. The stopper remained in my hands, and the small bottle fell down and broke into pieces. The house was filled with the concentrated smell of "Miss Dior". My nose was pinched either with a fragrant of the liquid or with tears. I was not much of a wizard but a horrible spoiler. The family as if by an order heaved up eyebrows and stared at chips on the floor. Dishes on the table were cooling down in total silence, and my grandfather’s hand with the little glass of vodka stopped in the midway. 

- Will someone bring a broom? - grandfather asked, and everyone began to fuss and everything that remained from "France" and luxury, was wiped off to scoop and thrown away.  Certainly, nobody ever though to spank me, as nobody punishes children that way. But they would better take a broom to someone's back side or shout. In sorrow I went to my room and fell asleep, covered with a plaid and squeezing the stopper in my hands for some reason. The smell of “Miss Dior” sneaked even in my dreams, completing a list of all my childhood sins. And since then I have had a habit to sleep when troubles, that cannot be solved, come.  

The next day nobody remembered my guilt. And it was impossible to pass the drawing room – the carpet became permeated with the smell of exotic essences, and till the next autumn almost material spirit of that unlucky perfume soared the room. Years passed and the smell was blown away until finally disappeared, reminding about itself for a moment at Kyiv’s park.