I had a grandmother. And she loved me very much. She came to visit us every month and gave us toys. And on top of that, she would bring us a whole basket of cakes. Of all the cakes, she let me choose the one I liked. Grandma's gift is a story by Zoshchenko And my big sister, Lela, wasn't very fond of my grandmother. And did not allow her to choose cakes. She herself gave her what she would have to. And from this my sister Lelia whimpered every time and was more angry at me than at my grandmother. One beautiful summer day my grandmother came to our country house. She came to the country house and walked through the garden. She had a basket of cakes in one hand and a purse in the other. And Lelia and I ran up to my grandmother and said hello to her. And we saw with sadness that this time, except for the cakes, Grandma had brought us nothing. And then my sister Lelia told her grandmother: - Grandma, but didn't you bring us anything but cakes today? And my grandmother was angry with Lela