She sent her daughter to the sanatorium (she was five years old). When registering, a doctor, a serious man, asks her:
Do you know how to write letters?
I know, she says proudly.
Can you write your name?
I can.
He gives her a blank, she brings Masha out on him in business. And then he reads to her that she has signed a document on compliance with the regime (not to noise, not to battle, and so on). Her disappointed eyes were...
And I told her, “Before you sign something, you have to read it first.”