Grandmothers are such grandmothers... I come to her, she complains about the neighbors-fools who are at 5 a.m. on Saturday (!!!) struck at the door. The question they wanted? Grandma answers with honest eyes: Imagine, I open the door, and they - you are there in the kitchen, get a snack, we have a bedroom behind the wall!!! I asked my grandmother, what did you do? She’d knocked off the hammer! Saturday is shit! At 5 in the morning! Further survey showed that "and no more time, because at 7 a.m. to go to the market and then a bunch of urgent affairs!" a multi-hour conversation on the subject of compliance with living standards led to nothing, because "I am so comfortable". Now I understand the cause of my troubles – because our whole family is cursed by the journey... guys, I honestly can’t do anything! Please understand and forgive the younger generation.