Uncomfortable answers.

Yes, I remember, once my mom also cleansed the brains for a long time after a joint trip to the cloth shop, when to me, a fourteen-year-old, quietly choosing the material for her shirt, shouting: "Immediately leave, don't dare touch anything here with your dirty hands" - a strange aunt was attached.
In my youth I often became the object of unmotivated aggression by much older inadequate people. As a child raised, she usually silently tried to move away somewhere, but here it became so offensive - what dirt could be in such an adult lady?
I asked her:
Why do you think my hands are dirty?
Why are you still bite up? Let me be your mother...
Well, here she stood herself, and I replied:
If you were my mother, I would have hanged myself.
And at that moment, hearing a suspicious noise where her child should be, my mother approached.
No references to Shurik from "Ivan Vasilyevich" did not help me