A lot has been said about Kozma Prutkov, but his "sons" still remain in the shadow of the famous "father." It is high time to include the names of Faddey, Andronik, Anton, and Agapiy in Russian literature. The pseudolieutenant and knight Faddey Kozmich became known for his poetic "Military Aphorisms." His rhymed thoughts are impressive: "In garrison stations there are plenty of examples that children resemble the officers' lords," "Do not say: it is beneath my rank to be beaten, the epaulettes argue and will whip your back," "Be quick, and from year to year, the regiment will bring you more income." Unfortunately, this promising aphorist "passed away" in the prime of his life.

However, the "Ceremonial of the Burial of the Body in the Lord of the Deceased Lieutenant and Knight" has been preserved, compiled by the auditor of his regiment. Behind the coffin marched "Slavophiles and nihilists, both with unclean nails. For if they do not agree on the theory of probability, they do agree on untidiness." The funeral procession was quite colorful. The march was opened by the buglers. Behind them led a nag, on which the cause of the weeping rode. Next came "geese, turkeys, ducks, placed more for fun." Following them, making a racket, were Burenin, Suvorin, and Korsh, well-known literary figures of that time.

Another son of Prutkov was Andronik. Even during his father's lifetime, in 1861, he published a three-act drama "Love and Silin" in the magazine "Entertainment." In brief: the leader of the nobility Silin eats noodles and learns French, while his companion Love swats flies away from him. Soon the "Spanish" Don Merzavets and the young lady Oslabela appear, and Silin falls in love with the latter. Critics noted: "The entire drama is full of hints understandable only to the friends of the Prutkov family. Except for the last exclamation 'On your knees!' with which Nicholas I once quelled the cholera riot." "The Triumph of Virtue" was created by Anton and Agapiy Prutkov, but the work saw the light of day only in 1959. Such was the collective fruit of the creativity of the Russian people of those years.