Even if you cry your eyes out, Mom won't be able to buy you a bike because she doesn't have the money.

Grigol: I'm five years old, that much! (shows with his fingers) I dream of a new bike. The old one broke, the chain came off! Mom said she couldn't buy me anything because she's run out of money. And you can't get anything without money.  Sometimes she cries, asks for bread – but they won't give it to her either. But I know how nicely I'll take care of the new bike. I'll ride it, then I'll put it in the garage, look at it, and then happily go to bed.  And if I tell you a pretty poem, will you give me a bike? Or a toy car?

(Purpose: Grigol Kheladze)