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The man came to the village, and the neighbor was waiting for him:

«So, Frolushka? Have you brought me some berries as you promised?»

«I have not, and I will not bring anything to you!» the man answered angrily. «The berries I have picked are not enough for me. If you need berries, go to the forest and look for them yourself.»

The old woman got angry with his rudeness, but decided to ask:

«Tell me the truth, my dear neighbor: have you been to the huge cliff? Have you tasted the GreediBerry?»

«Yes, I have!» Frol laughed. «And I understood why you forbade me to pick the berries there. I have never seen or tasted anything better than those berries. If I had obeyed you, I would have never known their wonderful taste. That’s why I am offended, and I don’t want to see you anymore! Off you go from my yard!»

Frol drove the kind old woman away. She shook her head with regret, sighed heavily, turned around and went to her hut. And the man’s life was going its way, he did his usual duties. But his life started to change from day to day somehow. His interest in other people’s wealth was greater than the interest in his own fortune.