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A father saw his children leaving the house one by one, as they were growing up. The house emptied and the old man started to miss his children that he so much loved. His only wish was to see them one more time before he died. He asked his children in writing to gather at the head of his bed to say farewell to them. The boys listened to the voice of their hearts and rushed home. They met at the nearest port and boarded a big ship. Unfortunately the ship sunk and the boys perished in the turbulent waters. The old father died upon hearing the bad news and after a while the whole story began to fade from people's memory. Leaning against the house there was an old vine. Nobody noticed a big bunch of grapes that appeared the day after the old man died. The grapes were clustered together and looked happy in the rising sun.
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