Our childhood perception sometimes changes so much with time! Recently, I remembered an episode from my childhood - my parents took me to the "Pepper" show. I probably won't remember what I was for the theatre, I only remember that the performance was great, and especially remembered the Evil Maid - uhhh, what a straw, just a terrible grimza! The actress played great!

When the artists went out for a tribute, children with bouquets dragged onto the stage - to give flowers to the artists. And I went. Of course, all the bouquets came to the beautiful Princess Cinderella, such a golden coat, in a glowing dress! And I was going to give my flowers to the Cinderella. It was only when I reached the stage that I was suddenly overwhelmed by dullness, and I only had time to climb the side stairs. And then... I turned to the actress who played the wicked mother-in-law, going to ask the idiotic question (I still remember) “How do I get to the Cinderella?” I opened my mouth, I froze... and the actress thought it was her flowers! I remember how her face was squeezed under the makeup and the ugly warts she was made by the make-up makers. She took my bouquet, thanked me very warmly, and was obviously surprised. I pretended to think so, smiled wrongly and ran to my parents in the room.

Then on the road I said, “Well, how! It is me! I want a butterfly! And she...!”

Years have passed now, and I remember that scene, there are the actors, Cinderella with a huge grip, the Prince too with a few bouquets... and the Evil Maid with the only modest bouquet and a warm smile on her face.

I am so glad that I got stuck!