Once they sat on a Saturday afternoon family and talked about nothing and my mom remembered something about how she taught my older brother out of greed. I didn’t remember it because my brother was eight years older than me, and I... say five. And here my mom bought a cake, and in the times of the USSR such purchases were not done every day. She cut off us a piece and removed the rest from the table and from sin away to the refrigerator. As I moved away, my brother snatched both pieces. I understood the matter, and my mother taught him for greed, forcing him to eat the whole cake! Two kilograms of anything to eat is quite difficult, and oil cake is too much. The outcome, you know, was predictably obvious.



Here we sit, remember, laugh, people are adults already, I am about 30, my brother under forty already. He said, “You’d punish me like that now, Mom! My mom went to the store and brought a big cake!!! I said eat!

The brother poured a large cup of tea, and took a bigger bead, soup. I sat in front of the TV and put the whole cake in one bowl in 20 minutes!



In general, we had fun, we talked and all seemed to be okay, but only one thought turned in my head all night afterwards, and how crazy, when I was a child, I didn't get the cake again today!