I went to the first class, and my mother gave me 10 cops for my pocket expenses. In front of the school was a cottage, where the dust from the heat sold cakes with cakes. The first time I approached and asked how much it costs, the answer was 5 cops. I made a clever face, put on the shelf 10 cops: “Give me 3 cakes!” The man immediately put the hot cakes in a paper bag and gave it to me, smiling. Time passed, and one day I came and put 10 cops. I asked for two cakes. The seller: “I finally learned to count, good!”