I went to the market at the age of 12 and bought a daily five-pound chicken 6 pieces. The parents were in shock.

I brought them to the roofed balcony and raised this gang for 3 months. She fed them with wheat with eggs and, on my mother’s advice, with butter.

Everyone came up with a name, went out with them in the yard, they followed me.

And then in August I went to the camp on a trip, and when I arrived I learned that the chickens had gone to my grandmother in the village.

“I don’t have a grandmother in the village,” I said.

“We found your chickens a great grandmother,” the parents replied, “and, in general, don’t get distracted, eat a delicious soup.

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