“We will never be brothers.”

I had no choice. I was 4.5 years old when my brother came into the house. And I was voluntarily forced to love him. “He is younger than you!” Under his roar I learned to sleep fairly decently, so it didn’t bother me. disturbed another. At the age of three he scattered my model aircraft, which I collected for a few weeks. Then I ruined a lot. “Do not touch him! He is small!” I gave him the candy he gave me. The brother broke the chip and arranged hysterics if I did not share anything with him. I did little ugliness, then revelled and forever fled from my parents. “Take lessons with him, he’s younger than you!” And I did where to go. First his lessons, then his own. He went to the yard to protect him from other boys. “He is younger than you!” His mother covered him from his father. My father gave me pocket money and then asked me to share with the young. My protests pressed to the root. He is the younger brother!! to

It ended sadly. I was already in the second grade of the institute and stumbled on the young man at the moment when he walked into my pockets in search of a steppe. In the 1990s, my parents told me I had to survive for my scholarship. I lived, really dumb and hungry. In general, he found out the relationship with a mortuary, because of mortuary broke up with his parents and two months later left his parent's apartment.

I rarely see my parents. The brother did not learn how to earn money and still draws money from his ancestors. All around him are guilty, it is because of "them" he did not finish the institute, did not go to work, did not leave the bulgor and began to drink... And so - he is talented, white and hairy. In my pockets no longer is bread.

So sorry, but I look at relations with Ukraine from this family bell. Sometimes brothers need to get rid of the hallows. Even a morphing.