A few years ago, my husband had a brief twist towards Orthodoxy. He is, by profession and character, a programmer. In general, after a couple of months of going to the temple, they encountered a classic church grandmother, which is described in all the horrors about the Orthodox. And she touched me about the clothes - like the length is decent, and the cut is modest, but too bright, it's not good, it's wrong. The husband did not stand, began to wonder where in the rules is stated that you should come to the church exclusively in the sunny and what it means - "they still know", if we did not know. The grandmother hanged, then began to scream at us in the spirit "there are all sorts of". The husband said that either she is struggling, or the church TZ for visitors is written incorrectly. I have been cold to religion since then. In general, when they talk about someone who’s whispered like a grandmother, I always imagine a very specific grandmother from that church.