The father brought out of the basement a three-litre bowl of “smorodine rubbed with sugar.” Judging by the sticker on the cover, the rye was wiped out 13 (thirteen!) years ago. The mother strictly forbade anyone to touch this bank. But the father tried the strawberry and said that the taste, like last year, only the color somewhat strange became... Now the father chases with a spoonful around the apartment for his younger brother (he is 12 years old) and says: “Have respect for the rice! She is older than you!"