As a child, I played music on the piano. My grandmother loved music and dreamed that I would be performing. Once we go with her in the park, and at the exit the guy plays the violin very beautifully. A lot of people gathered and the money was thrown into his hat. And then the grandmother gives out, "You see, granddaughter, you will never be without money - you can always make money with music," - and threw a cupcake into the hat... My greatest horror for a long time was the thought: "The guy has a violin, and I will pull like my piano to the park?"