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Younger Brother
In one family there were two older brothers and one younger. The older brothers always helped their parents - washed floors, peeled potatoes, ironed, and moved furniture…But just try to ask the younger:
-Move this armchair, please!
Or:
Peel the potatoes! Then he would immediately shrug and say:
-Why! For that I have two older brothers. If you would call him to eat, at first he would look at his older brothers, and then declare:
-Okay I’ll help. When it happened, that the younger brother was offended by one of the children, he never fought back. What for!- he would say -For that I have two older brothers. Probably, that’s why nobody ever argued with him. Time passed and the older brothers grew older. They grew up, finished school, got children, and got jobs. But the younger brother stayed small. He, like earlier, raced on a bicycle, and played soccer with other children…And when he was stopped out on the street and asked:
"How much more can we take? Do you even plan on growing up?" -he would not answer right away. First he would look at a butterfly flying by. Then he would scratch his freckled nose. Later he would hit a ball a few times. And only then he would grin and announce:
-Why’s that! For that I have two older brothers!
In one family there were two older brothers and one younger. The older brothers always helped their parents - washed floors, peeled potatoes, ironed, and moved furniture…But just try to ask the younger:
-Move this armchair, please!
Or:
Peel the potatoes! Then he would immediately shrug and say:
-Why! For that I have two older brothers. If you would call him to eat, at first he would look at his older brothers, and then declare:
-Okay I’ll help. When it happened, that the younger brother was offended by one of the children, he never fought back. What for!- he would say -For that I have two older brothers. Probably, that’s why nobody ever argued with him. Time passed and the older brothers grew older. They grew up, finished school, got children, and got jobs. But the younger brother stayed small. He, like earlier, raced on a bicycle, and played soccer with other children…And when he was stopped out on the street and asked:
"How much more can we take? Do you even plan on growing up?" -he would not answer right away. First he would look at a butterfly flying by. Then he would scratch his freckled nose. Later he would hit a ball a few times. And only then he would grin and announce:
-Why’s that! For that I have two older brothers!
