Once there were three brothers. Their names were like those of the blessed patriarchs: Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Abraham, the eldest, was good and very able; Isaac, the second, was just an ordinary man; but Jacob, the youngest, was neither good nor able. They were born in a little town in Poland. The name of it in Polish means “mud puddle.” When they were grown up, they left it; the eldest went to Germany, the second to the United States, and the youngest to France.
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