Mazenrad: My brother and I were very young at the time. And I was evil and strong, and he was astute and astute. The hats were the same. At first glance, you can’t distinguish. And here he conceived an evil thing: he hanged my hat on his place, and he threw his hat on the floor with a sharp nose. His parents were nearby, so he was not afraid of physical abuse. What had I left to do? I grabbed the hat from his shelf, threw it on the floor, thus tapping, biting and tearing as much as I could.
Alex: What about brother?
Mazenrad: Brother is nothing. And then I went to school in a long stretched hat!