Is before the death of a wealthy Jew Testament… Bashny.Net

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In a small town near Odessa lived benny Rabinowitz, who had two adult sons. Quite a long time benny felt bad and knew that his end was near. He called the notary and told him:

— Simon Markovich, I still want to leave your beer son Yasha, he's a hard-working and intelligent guy, besides he has a lot of talent. And his messed-up, galaxea and loves to drink younger son ize I want to leave everything and securities.

— Oh, benny, Mr. Shaw, are you talking about? Of course, it's none of my business, but still... — excited, began to speak to the notary.

Sha, Simon Markovich, I have already decided!

But the notary stubbornly continued:

— I understand, Shaw is your beer, your money and your sons. Benny, listen to me, your Izzy will spend on drink all the money for a year or two!

And yet, Shaw? And where did he spend on drink, if in our city has only one beer?! — squinted slyly the old man Rabinovich.

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