From Mother’s Forum:
We went with my daughter to the master - she brushed and smoothed the ends, I shaved and shaved. My daughter quickly cut her cloth and took care of me. Time goes by, the master and I have already discussed the weather, passed on to the children. I say: my little girl refused to go to the garden, she sits at home. And in the garden he does not drink milk and does not sleep at a quiet hour.
And then my child gives out: ah, you told me my secrets, and I will tell yours - you have blood flowing from your p... and also you have the money tree dried up.