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The tricky way (summary of the story)

Deniska is trying her best to come up with a way that would allow her mother to be less tired in housework. Once she complained that she barely had time to wash the dishes for her household and jokingly announced that if nothing changed, she would refuse to feed her son and husband. Deniska began to think, and a wonderful idea came to his mind to take food alternately, and not all together. As a result, it turned out that the dishes would go three times less, which would make it easier for mom. Dad, on the other hand, came up with another way: to make a commitment to wash the dishes every day with his son.

Tricky way (full story)

Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!

Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...

Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:

There is nothing to sit here and pretend to sigh! Nothing to blame on the engineers! I give you both time. Before lunch, you must come up with something and make this damned wash easier for me! Who does not come up with, that I refuse to feed. Let him sit hungry. Deniska! This applies to you too. Wrap yourself up!

I immediately sat on the windowsill and began to figure out how to deal with this matter. Firstly, I was afraid that my mother would not really feed me and I, what good, would die of hunger, and secondly, I was interested in coming up with something, since the engineers could not. And I sat and thought and looked askance at dad, how he was doing. But dad did not think to think. He shaved, then put on a clean shirt, then read about ten newspapers, and then calmly turned on the radio and began to listen to some news for the past week.

Then I started thinking even faster. At first, I wanted to invent an electric machine so that I could wash the dishes myself and wipe it myself, and for this I slightly unscrewed our electric polisher and my father's Kharkiv electric razor. But I couldn't figure out where to hang the towel.

It turned out that when the machine was started, the razor would cut the towel into a thousand pieces. Then I unscrewed everything back and began to invent something else. And two hours later I remembered that I had read about the conveyor in the newspaper, and from this I immediately came up with a rather interesting thing. And when it was time for dinner and my mother set the table and we all sat down, I said:

Well, dad? Did you come up with?

About what? - said dad.

About washing dishes, I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.

She was joking, said dad. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?

And he laughed merrily.

But my mother said:

I wasn't joking, you'll know from me! What a shame! I've said it for the hundredth time - I'm choking on the dishes! It's just not comradely to sit on the windowsill and shave and listen to the radio while I shorten my eyelids, endlessly washing your cups and plates.

Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!

Ah, for nothing? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!

And she pressed her fingers to her temples and got up from the table. And she stood at the table for a long, long time and kept looking at dad. And dad folded his arms on his chest and swayed in a chair and also looked at mom. And they were silent. And there was no dinner. And I was terribly hungry. I said:

Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.

Mom said:

What did you come up with?

I said:

I came up with, mom, one tricky way!

She said:

Come on, come on...

I asked:

How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?

She answered:

Then shout "hooray", - I said, - now you will only wash one! I came up with a clever way!

Go ahead, said dad.

Let's have lunch first, I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.

Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.

And we began to eat.

Well? - said dad.

It's very simple, I said. - Just listen, mom, how everything turns out smoothly! Look, dinner is ready. You immediately put one device. You put, then, the only appliance, pour soup into a bowl, sit down at the table, start eating and tell dad: "Dinner is ready!"

Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate.

Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me:

"Deniska, have lunch! Go wash your hands!"

I'm going. At this time, you eat cutlets from a small plate. Dad is eating soup. And I wash my hands. And when I wash them, I go to you, and your dad has already eaten soup, and you have eaten cutlets. And when I came in, dad pours soup into his free deep plate, and you put cutlets in your empty shallow bowl for dad. I eat soup, dad - cutlets, and you calmly drink compote from a glass.

By the time my dad had finished the second one, I had just finished the soup. Then he fills his small plate with cutlets, and at that time you have already drunk the compote and pour dad into the same glass. I push the empty bowl of soup away, start the second, dad drinks compote, and you, it turns out, have already had lunch, so you take a deep plate and go to the kitchen to wash!

In the meantime, you wash, I have already swallowed the cutlets, and dad - compote. Here he perky pours compote into a glass for me and brings a free small plate to you, and I blow the compote in one gulp and carry a glass to the kitchen myself! Everything is very simple! And instead of three appliances, you only have to wash one. Hooray?

Wow, my mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!

Nonsense, - I said, - because we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.

It's a very tricky way, - said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.

Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.

You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...

Put it out, I said.

Well, well, well ... - said my mother.

Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.

Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!

And he went.

And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.

And how did I not figure it out myself? .......................................................................................

Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!
- Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...
Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.
Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:
- There is nothing to sit here and pretend to sigh! Nothing to blame on the engineers! I give you both time. Before lunch, you must come up with something and make this damned wash easier for me! Who does not come up with, that I refuse to feed. Let him sit hungry. Deniska! This applies to you too. Wrap yourself up!
I immediately sat on the windowsill and began to figure out how to deal with this matter. Firstly, I was afraid that my mother would not really feed me and I, what good, would die of hunger, and secondly, I was interested in coming up with something, since the engineers could not. And I sat and thought and looked askance at dad, how he was doing. But dad did not think to think. He shaved, then put on a clean shirt, then read about ten newspapers, and then calmly turned on the radio and began to listen to some news for the past week.

Then I started thinking even faster. At first I wanted to invent an electric machine so that I would wash the dishes myself and wipe it myself, and for this I slightly unscrewed our electric polisher and my father's Kharkov electric razor. But I couldn't figure out where to hang the towel.
It turned out that when the machine was started, the razor would cut the towel into a thousand pieces. Then I unscrewed everything back and began to invent something else. And two hours later I remembered that I had read about the conveyor in the newspaper, and from this I immediately came up with a rather interesting thing. And when it was time for dinner and my mother set the table and we all sat down, I said:
- Well, dad? Did you come up with?
- About what? - said dad.
"About washing the dishes," I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.
“She was joking,” Dad said. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?
And he laughed merrily.
But my mother said:
I wasn't joking, you'll know from me! What a shame! I've said it for the hundredth time - I'm choking on the dishes! It's just not comradely to sit on the windowsill and shave and listen to the radio while I shorten my eyelids, endlessly washing your cups and plates.
- Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!
- Oh, because of the trifles? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!
And she pressed her fingers to her temples and got up from the table. And she stood at the table for a long, long time and kept looking at dad. And dad folded his arms on his chest and swayed in a chair and also looked at mom. And they were silent. And there was no dinner. And I was terribly hungry. I said:
- Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.
Mom said:
- What did you come up with?
I said:
- I came up with, mom, one tricky way!
She said:
- Come on, come on...
I asked:
How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?
She answered:
- Three.
- Then shout "hooray", - I said, - now you will wash only one! I came up with a clever way!
“Go ahead,” said dad.
"Let's have dinner first," I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.
- Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.
And we began to eat.
- Well? - said dad.
“It's very simple,” I said. - Just listen, mom, how everything turns out smoothly! Look, dinner is ready. You immediately put one device. You put, then, the only device, pour soup into a bowl, sit down at the table, start eating and tell dad: "Dinner is ready!"
Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate.
Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me:
"Deniska, have dinner! Go wash your hands!"
I'm going. At this time, you eat cutlets from a small plate. Dad is eating soup. And I wash my hands. And when I wash them, I go to you, and your dad has already eaten soup, and you have eaten cutlets. And when I came in, dad pours soup into his free deep plate, and you put cutlets in your empty shallow bowl for dad. I eat soup, dad - cutlets, and you calmly drink compote from a glass.
By the time my dad had finished the second one, I had just finished the soup. Then he fills his small plate with cutlets, and at that time you have already drunk the compote and pour dad into the same glass. I push the empty bowl of soup away, start the second, dad drinks compote, and you, it turns out, have already had lunch, so you take a deep plate and go to the kitchen to wash!
In the meantime, you wash, I have already swallowed the cutlets, and dad - compote. Here he perky pours compote into a glass for me and brings a free small plate to you, and I blow the compote in one gulp and carry a glass to the kitchen myself! Everything is very simple! And instead of three appliances, you only have to wash one. Hooray?
“Hurrah,” Mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!
- Nonsense, - I said, - after all, we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.
“It’s a very clever way,” said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.
- Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.
- You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...
“Put it out,” I said.
- Well, well, well ... - said my mother.
Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.
- Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!
And he went.
And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.
And how did I not figure it out myself?

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Victor Dragunsky
tricky way

“Here,” said my mother, “look at it!” What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!

“Yes,” said Dad, “it’s really awful!” What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...

Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:

“There is nothing to sit here and pretend to sigh! Nothing to blame on the engineers! I give you both time. Before lunch, you must come up with something and make this damned wash easier for me! Who does not come up with, that I refuse to feed. Let him sit hungry. Deniska! This applies to you too. Wrap yourself up!

I immediately sat on the windowsill and began to figure out how to deal with this matter. Firstly, I was afraid that my mother would not really feed me and I, what good, would die of hunger, and secondly, I was interested in coming up with something, since the engineers could not. And I sat and thought and looked askance at dad, how he was doing. But dad did not think to think. He shaved, then put on a clean shirt, then read about ten newspapers, and then calmly turned on the radio and began to listen to some news for the past week.

Then I started thinking even faster. At first I wanted to invent an electric machine so that I could wash the dishes myself and wipe it myself, and for this I slightly unscrewed our electric floor polisher and my father's Kharkiv electric razor. But I couldn't figure out where to hang the towel.

It turned out that when the machine was started, the razor would cut the towel into a thousand pieces. Then I unscrewed everything back and began to invent something else. And two hours later I remembered that I had read about the conveyor in the newspaper, and from this I immediately came up with a rather interesting thing. And when it was time for dinner and my mother set the table and we all sat down, I said:

- Well, dad? Did you come up with?

- About what? Dad said.

“About washing the dishes,” I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.

“She was joking,” Dad said. - How is it that she will not feed her own son and her beloved husband?

And he laughed merrily.

But my mother said:

“I wasn’t joking, you will know from me!” What a shame! I've said it for the hundredth time - I'm choking on the dishes! It's just not comradely to sit on the windowsill and shave and listen to the radio while I shorten my eyelids, endlessly washing your cups and plates.

“All right,” said dad, “we’ll figure something out!” For now, let's

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Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!
- Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...
Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.
Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:
- There is nothing to sit here and pretend to sigh! Nothing to blame on the engineers! I give you both time. Before lunch, you must come up with something and make this damned wash easier for me! Who does not come up with, that I refuse to feed. Let him sit hungry. Deniska! This applies to you too. Wrap yourself up!
I immediately sat on the windowsill and began to figure out how to deal with this matter. Firstly, I was afraid that my mother would not really feed me and I, what good, would die of hunger, and secondly, I was interested in coming up with something, since the engineers could not. And I sat and thought and looked askance at dad, how he was doing. But dad did not think to think. He shaved, then put on a clean shirt, then read about ten newspapers, and then calmly turned on the radio and began to listen to some news for the past week.
Then I started thinking even faster. At first I wanted to invent an electric machine so that I would wash the dishes myself and wipe it myself, and for this I slightly unscrewed our electric polisher and my father's Kharkov electric razor. But I couldn't figure out where to hang the towel.
It turned out that when the machine was started, the razor would cut the towel into a thousand pieces. Then I unscrewed everything back and began to invent something else. And two hours later I remembered that I had read about the conveyor in the newspaper, and from this I immediately came up with a rather interesting thing. And when it was time for dinner and my mother set the table and we all sat down, I said:
- Well, dad? Did you come up with?
- About what? - said dad.
"About washing the dishes," I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.
“She was joking,” Dad said. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?
And he laughed merrily.
But my mother said:
I wasn't joking, you'll know from me! What a shame! I've said it for the hundredth time - I'm choking on the dishes! It's just not comradely to sit on the windowsill and shave and listen to the radio while I shorten my eyelids, endlessly washing your cups and plates.
- Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!
- Oh, because of the trifles? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!
And she pressed her fingers to her temples and got up from the table. And she stood at the table for a long, long time and kept looking at dad. And dad folded his arms on his chest and swayed in a chair and also looked at mom. And they were silent. And there was no dinner. And I was terribly hungry. I said:
- Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.
Mom said:
- What did you come up with?
I said:
- I came up with, mom, one tricky way!
She said:
- Come on, come on...
I asked:
How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?
She answered:
- Three.
- Then shout "hooray", - I said, - now you will wash only one! I came up with a clever way!
“Go ahead,” said dad.
"Let's have dinner first," I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.
- Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.
And we began to eat.
- Well? - said dad.
“It's very simple,” I said. - Just listen, mom, how everything turns out smoothly! Look, dinner is ready. You immediately put one device. You put, then, the only device, pour soup into a bowl, sit down at the table, start eating and tell dad: "Dinner is ready!"
Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate.
Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me:
"Deniska, have dinner! Go wash your hands!"
I'm going. At this time, you eat cutlets from a small plate. Dad is eating soup. And I wash my hands. And when I wash them, I go to you, and your dad has already eaten soup, and you have eaten cutlets. And when I came in, dad pours soup into his free deep plate, and you put cutlets in your empty shallow bowl for dad. I eat soup, dad - cutlets, and you calmly drink compote from a glass.
By the time my dad had finished the second one, I had just finished the soup. Then he fills his small plate with cutlets, and at that time you have already drunk the compote and pour dad into the same glass. I push the empty bowl of soup away, start the second, dad drinks compote, and you, it turns out, have already had lunch, so you take a deep plate and go to the kitchen to wash!
In the meantime, you wash, I have already swallowed the cutlets, and dad - compote. Here he perky pours compote into a glass for me and brings a free small plate to you, and I blow the compote in one gulp and carry a glass to the kitchen myself! Everything is very simple! And instead of three appliances, you only have to wash one. Hooray?
“Hurrah,” Mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!
- Nonsense, - I said, - after all, we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.
“It’s a very clever way,” said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.
- Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.
- You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...
“Put it out,” I said.
- Well, well, well ... - said my mother.
Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.
- Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!
And he went.
And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.
And how did I not figure it out myself?

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Here, - said my mother, - admire! What is the vacation for? Dishes, dishes, dishes three times a day! In the morning my cups, and in the afternoon a whole mountain of plates. What a disaster!

Yes, - said dad, - it really is terrible! What a pity that nothing has been invented in this sense. What are the engineers watching? Yes, yes... Poor women...

Dad took a deep breath and sat down on the couch.

Mom saw how comfortable he was, and said:

There is nothing to sit here and pretend to sigh! Nothing to blame on the engineers! I give you both time. Before lunch, you must come up with something and make this damned wash easier for me! Who does not come up with, that I refuse to feed. Let him sit hungry. Deniska! This applies to you too. Wrap yourself up!

I immediately sat on the windowsill and began to figure out how to deal with this matter. Firstly, I was afraid that my mother would not really feed me and I, what good, would die of hunger, and secondly, I was interested in coming up with something, since the engineers could not. And I sat and thought and looked askance at dad, how he was doing. But dad did not think to think. He shaved, then put on a clean shirt, then read about ten newspapers, and then calmly turned on the radio and began to listen to some news for the past week.

Then I started thinking even faster. At first, I wanted to invent an electric machine so that I could wash the dishes myself and wipe it myself, and for this I slightly unscrewed our electric polisher and my father's Kharkiv electric razor. But I couldn't figure out where to hang the towel.

It turned out that when the machine was started, the razor would cut the towel into a thousand pieces. Then I unscrewed everything back and began to invent something else. And two hours later I remembered that I had read about the conveyor in the newspaper, and from this I immediately came up with a rather interesting thing. And when it was time for dinner and my mother set the table and we all sat down, I said:

Well, dad? Did you come up with?

About what? - said dad.

About washing dishes, I said. - And then mom will stop feeding us with you.

She was joking, said dad. - How can she not feed her own son and her beloved husband?

And he laughed merrily.

But my mother said:

I wasn't joking, you'll know from me! What a shame! I've said it for the hundredth time - I'm choking on the dishes! It's just not comradely to sit on the windowsill and shave and listen to the radio while I shorten my eyelids, endlessly washing your cups and plates.

Okay, - said dad, - we'll think of something! Until then, let's have lunch! Oh, these dramas are due to trifles!

Ah, for nothing? - Mom said and immediately all flared up. - Nothing to say, beautiful! But I’ll take it and really won’t give you dinner, then you won’t sing like that with me!

And she pressed her fingers to her temples and got up from the table. And she stood at the table for a long, long time and kept looking at dad. And dad folded his arms on his chest and swayed in a chair and also looked at mom. And they were silent. And there was no dinner. And I was terribly hungry. I said:

Mother! It's just one dad didn't come up with anything. And I came up with! It's all right, don't worry. Let's have lunch.

Mom said:

What did you come up with?

I said:

I came up with, mom, one tricky way!

She said:

Come on, come on...

I asked:

How many utensils do you wash after every meal? Eh, mom?

She answered:

Then shout "hooray", - I said, - now you will only wash one! I came up with a clever way!

Go ahead, said dad.

Let's have lunch first, I said. - I'll tell you during dinner, otherwise I'm terribly hungry.

Well, - sighed my mother, - let's have dinner.

And we began to eat.

Well? - said dad.

It's very simple, I said. - Just listen, mom, how everything turns out smoothly! Look, dinner is ready. You immediately put one device. You put, then, the only appliance, pour soup into a bowl, sit down at the table, start eating and tell dad: "Dinner is ready!"

Dad, of course, goes to wash his hands, and while he washes them, you, mom, are already eating soup and pouring him a new one, on your own plate.

Here dad returns to the room and immediately says to me:

"Deniska, have lunch! Go wash your hands!"

I'm going. At this time, you eat cutlets from a small plate. Dad is eating soup. And I wash my hands. And when I wash them, I go to you, and your dad has already eaten soup, and you have eaten cutlets. And when I came in, dad pours soup into his free deep plate, and you put cutlets in your empty shallow bowl for dad. I eat soup, dad - cutlets, and you calmly drink compote from a glass.

By the time my dad had finished the second one, I had just finished the soup. Then he fills his small plate with cutlets, and at that time you have already drunk the compote and pour dad into the same glass. I push the empty bowl of soup away, start the second, dad drinks compote, and you, it turns out, have already had lunch, so you take a deep plate and go to the kitchen to wash!

In the meantime, you wash, I have already swallowed the cutlets, and dad - compote. Here he perky pours compote into a glass for me and brings a free small plate to you, and I blow the compote in one gulp and carry a glass to the kitchen myself! Everything is very simple! And instead of three appliances, you only have to wash one. Hooray?

Wow, my mom said. - Hooray, hooray, only unhygienic!

Nonsense, - I said, - because we are all our own. For example, I do not disdain to eat after dad. I love him. What is there ... And I love you too.

It's a very tricky way, - said dad. - And then, whatever you say, it's still much more fun to eat all together, and not in a three-stage stream.

Well, - I said, - but it's easier for mom! The dishes are three times less.

You see, - dad said thoughtfully, - I think I also came up with one way. True, he is not so cunning, but still ...

Put it out, I said.

Well, well, well ... - said my mother.

Dad got up, rolled up his sleeves and collected all the dishes from the table.

Follow me, - he said, - I'll show you my simple way. It consists in the fact that now you and I will wash all the dishes ourselves!

And he went.

And I ran after him. And we washed all the dishes. True, only two devices. Because I broke the third one. It happened to me by accident, I kept thinking what a simple way dad came up with.

And how did I not think of it myself?