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Kolyma:
Once, when I was 4, I won the record for beatings. My father beat me for half an hour, and I didn't cry. Not once.

Xenya:
Why?

Kolyma:
Why what?

Xenya:
Why did not you cry?

Kolyma:
Because men don't cry.

Xenya:
Oh. Poor men. It is good to cry.

Kolyma:
Are you happy when you cry?

Xenya:
That is too hard a question. This is what I think. I think... that you do not cry, but I do not read. And that is worse than crying.

Kolyma:
What do you mean, you don't read?

Xenya:
Xenya does not know how to read. Poor Xenya.