{"id":3371,"date":"2026-05-28T13:47:08","date_gmt":"2026-05-28T10:47:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/korysni-porady\/yak-dilytysya\/"},"modified":"2026-05-29T19:57:43","modified_gmt":"2026-05-29T16:57:43","slug":"yak-dilytysya","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.kazkaland.com\/en\/korysni-porady\/yak-dilytysya\/","title":{"rendered":"How to share"},"content":{"rendered":"
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How to share<\/h1>\n\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Myroslava rushed into her room and hid the set of felt-tip pens behind her back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Myroslavka-oh, well, yes-a-ay! \u2014 her younger sister Karinka, four years old, ran after her. \u2014 I want at least one! Red one!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 No! It's for my birthday! Dad said it's mine!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Well, please! I'll just draw a sun. A tiny one!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Karinka, get off my back! Mine!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Karinka stopped in the middle of the room. Two tears appeared on her cheeks. And then two more. And then she quietly turned and went into the corridor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myroslava stood there for a second longer. Then she sat down on the bed. On her knees was the same set. Twenty-four felt-tip pens. Twenty-four new colors. Something pricked inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00ab"I wanted to draw first. I didn't even give one..."\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked at the ceiling. She wanted to cry. And suddenly, something rustled above her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"I think we're a little late," said a thin voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 And I say \u2014 just in time. The crisis is in full swing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myroslava raised her head. On the wooden shelf above the bed sat\u2026 two. An owl with small round glasses. And a red squirrel with a pink scarf. The squirrel was holding an acorn in its paws.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"H-hello," Myroslava muttered. "Who are you?"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m Sofiyka,\u201d the owl introduced herself. \u201cAnd this is Solomiyka.\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"Congratulations!" squeaked the squirrel. "You have such an interesting thing here. Oh, markers! How many?! Twenty? Thirty?"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"Twenty-four," Myroslava grumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"Twenty-four! Oh my! If I were your sister, I would ask for a red one too.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myroslava shrank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 And I didn't give\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"We know," said Sofiyka softly. "We heard. Do you want us to explain what happens with felt-tip pens?"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myroslava nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\ud83e\udd89 Lesson from Sofiyka<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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1. Sharing is not \u00abgiving forever\u00bb<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

When you share, you don't lose your thing. Your sister will play with it and give it back. One marker won't disappear, it'll just be in someone else's hands for a moment.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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2. This is someone else's mood too<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Karinka didn't just want a marker - she's interested in you. Sharing = spending a moment together. She won't remember the marker, but the fact that you were kind.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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3. The joy of giving is different<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

It's nice to paint yourself. It's nice to see how happy the person you gave your thing to is. These are two different joys, both worthwhile.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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4. Not everything needs to be shared.<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Some things are personal. A toothbrush, for example. Or a favorite doll that you sleep with. That's OK. But everyday things \u2014 pencils, markers, cookies \u2014 are worth sharing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

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5. Sharing is strength, not weakness<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The one who knows how to share is richer than the one who keeps everything to himself. Because he has not only his things, but also the smiles of others.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat if she gets my new marker dirty?\u201d Myroslava asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"It'll wipe off," Solomiyka shrugged. "The felt-tip pen will wipe off. But the memory of your sister coming crying and you not letting her go won't wipe off. You'll carry it with you for a long time.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Myroslava was silent for a while. Then she got up and went into the corridor. Karinka was sitting on a small chair and drawing an invisible pattern on the carpet with her finger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cKarinka,\u201d Myroslava held out a red felt-tip pen. \u201cHold it.\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Karinka looked up. The tears on her cheeks had already dried. She took the marker carefully, as if it were a treasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLittle sun?\u201d she asked in a whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"Well, yes, small," Myroslava smiled. "And big is also possible. I'll bring you some white paper.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Solomiyka smiled softly from the shelf. And Sofiyka nodded with satisfaction and said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

"That was the best advice. Without words.".<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sofiyka believes in you. And Solomiyka too.<\/em> \ud83e\udd89\ud83d\udc3f\ufe0f<\/p>\n\n<\/div>\n

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