I remembered the story that my mother-in-law told me about her husband when he was a child. Once she went with him to a rest home from her business. In the evening, before dinner, she told me to go down to the dining room and wait for her there. When she went down, she saw a picture: a man of 15 uncles of different ages sitting at tables shifted together, listening attentively to someone and laughing at someone's jokes. She came closer and stumbled: her son was sitting in the middle of the table. And all these women listened to him, almost opening their mouths. As it turned out, the dinner was delayed, and from boredom he began to tell them stories from his school and out-of-school life. The boy was 9 years old.