“One poor peasant had no children. How many times did he say to his wife: “God would send us a child, he would become a consolation for me in my old age, and an heir to my wretched household!” And finally his wife brought him a son. The boy was only three days old, and his mother could no longer feed him no matter how much he gives, it’s not enough. I started cooking porridge, but my son would eat three bowls and ask for more. What to do? I cut off a piece of bread, cut off another, didn’t have time to look back, but the edge was gone!..”

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