http://slow.writerscafe.org/prokhor_ozornin The original writings of author Prokhor Ozornin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776283169 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One father had two sons - the youngest and the eldest, beloved and unloved, close-by and far-away one. The first, the youngest son, was somewhat silly, lazy, and careless, and the second had grown to be strict, responsible, and work-loving. And therefore, it often happened that the unloved brother w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prokhor_ozornin/2831070/ People kept coming to the countless-ages-wise gray-haired elder, one after another. 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