My great-grandmother thought it was very appropriate for me, a three-year-old, to start telling her that she would die, that she would be dug up in a pit, that she would be thrown into the ground... Mother told me, in order to make her feel sorry, or begun to ask me not to die. And I took and interested in such an action so much that a week in the morning to her resorted with the question "when will you die?"