Grandmothers always worry about their grandchildren. But sometimes it goes to the absurd.

When I was 11, I had the honor of going to a chess competition in another city. One day, they were taken to play with a girl named Katya. The game ended in my favor, we shrugged each other’s hands and Katya left the room. I quickly set up the chess, noted the result and also went to the exit.

But the chief judge stopped and began a strange dialogue:

Ammwintersky, have you ever threatened Katie?

In the sense?

Katie’s grandmother said you threatened her with a knife under the table.

Am... a shock. Just imagine an 11-year-old girl in a strange city, without her parents, accused of threatening another child. There was no camera at the time, and my under-chess brain began to broadcast, “I’m a child, and that woman is an adult. They will believe me, but I will not.” When I was a child, I thought that adults were always right. Previous PostPrevious A Prostitute. It burned a week later.

It is good that Katya herself came and confirmed that there were no threats. My grandmother was just worried about her granddaughter. For her disqualification, Katy was barely disqualified. And I understood one thing for myself – how terrible a grandmother is when she is not yours.