You probably don’t know why you were born. And I know exactly.
The case was so. My father left the village after the army to Peter, met my mother and married her. They first gave birth to my older brother. I was not in a hurry to give birth. I have not been in a hurry for seven years. But here from the village came to enter the institute the younger brother of my father, the beloved son of my grandmother. And sent from her from the village letters asking him to help him materially. To buy clothes, to buy books, to give money. The father did everything, but at some point he said, “Yes, I’m better off with my child than with this child!” and gave birth. Since then, requests from the village have ceased, as I have served a good ransom.