Memoirs of the Unborn. Twins
Memoirs of the Unborn. Twins Third story We are very much alike, and not just because we were born on the same day, at the same hour, with a one-minute difference. We are not just twins. We have absolutely no external differences. Even our mom could never tell us apart. That's how we grew up. Even when we turned one and started walking, no one could distinguish us: as if, without realizing it, as if conspiring, we would switch places, rolling from one end of the bed to the other. And then confusion would begin. Sometimes it led to very unpleasant situations, where one of us was fed twice, and the other remained hungry, until the wail of the deprived pierced the entire house, waking up everyone nearby at that moment. Over time, we enjoyed this game. We already knew that we wouldn't go hungry, and so, with a mischievous sparkle in our eyes, we would exchange colorful ribbons. And when the ribbon time passed, and we went to school, they tried to distinguish us by our hea...