My older brother and I had a pretty big difference in age, when I was small - they hardly communicated, he was uninterested. It happened in my fifth or sixth grade. When I started coming out of school in blue, my brother (he was graduating from the institute at the time) came to school at the end of the lessons, caught my offender and popularly explained to him that decent people never beat women, providing the lecture with a light pencil for profitability. At home, I was answered by a backbone for being silent for a long time and not complaining before. In general, I love my brother, but I have never learned to understand since then.