When I was in high school, I was afraid to stay home alone. To overcome her fear, she wore her father’s shoes, laughed loudly and sang bass songs. It seemed to me that if thieves, robbers, and fabulous wickedness would hear me, they would be frightened and would not enter the house. Threateningly, she sang songs of different repertoire, or more accurately, only two: the "Hymn of the Soviet Union" and "In the forest a tree tree was born". I did not know any more songs.

When my parents returned home, after the five-hour concerts I spoke only with a whisper, my legs were also sick.