My grandfather told me on the train.

When I was a kid, we lived as a large family in the village. and I was

My grandfather’s only grandchildren, the rest were girls. My grandfather loved me.

Allowed more and more. Especially when I jumped.

On my grandfather’s knees. Grandfather stoically endured, even when I was missing and

His feet were on his eggs. He just shrugged and said:

Take care of the eggs. My grandfather makes money.

I deliberately remembered these words, although I did not understand the meaning at the time.

Then I grew up a little and one day saw my grandfather come to visit. something

He is exercised.

“Ivan Martynich, you do God’s mercy, help me.

My grandfather noticed me and shrugged my finger.

They went.

They brought us to the field. Grandfather walked on a swallowed field, mowing the stitches

He took off his pants and sat straight naked back on the ground.

I suddenly remembered his story and yelled:

Take care of the eggs! You make money with them!

My grandfather smiled and nodded me with the finger again. Speak in silence.

Now I am working and earning. No one, no one has this secret.

Give to. If you grow up, you will earn yourself. See also: Eggs

When touching the ground, the wheat is sown early. Now you see,

Eggs are not boiled.

The men! You can sow!