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There were two senior brothers and one junior in one family. Senior brothers always helped parents ‒ washed полы, cleaned a potato, petted, moved furniture... And junior only will try to ask: ‒ Push this arm-chair, please! Или: ‒ Почисть картошечку! He here hemmed and talked: ‒ What next! On it I have two senior brothers. If he was called I am, he first looked at senior brothers, and then declared: ‒ Perhaps, I will help. And when it happened that a cadet was offended by someone from children, that never gave handing over. ‒ What next! ‒ he talked. ‒ On it I have two senior brothers. Probably, therefore did not quarrel hardly ever with him. Time passed, and senior brothers became yet older. They grew, learned, provided oneself children, settled down on work. And a cadet remained little so. He, as well as before, drove on велике, played with guys in football... And, when him, stopping for a street, asked: "How many it is possible? Do you in general gather to grow"?, ‒ he didn't answer right away.
At first he followed the gaze where the butterfly flew past.
Then he scratched his stubby nose.
Several times I knocked on the ball.
And only after that he smiled and declared:
- Here's another! To this I have two older brothers.