“The father had three sons: the eldest Martin, the middle Matei and the youngest Michal. The sons grew up and became good guys, but the old man suddenly fell ill and was about to give his soul to God. He called his children to him and said: “I have not acquired any wealth, sons.” I leave you a hut, a cat with a rooster and a sharp braid. Live together in your own home in harmony, and divide the rest among yourself fairly. Never quarrel and you will be happy..."

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