I walked anxiously in the corridors of his mansion. My father had fallen ill and wanted to divide his wealth among his children who obeyed his words and got married and had children. The condition of inheritance is that he should see his grandson, but I did not have children. I didn't even have a wife. As I was walking, the servant's loud voice made me more nervous. I looked at him holding the hand of a child in old and torn clothes and saying loudly: "I know you stole the candlesticks."