Once in my childhood I was almost obsessed with the devil, because at the age of eight I suddenly began to like horror films, and in the church I was capricious, I was crying.

My grandmother, who led me to the same church, was simply discouraged - to say, this is what the life-giving cross does, in the child some kind of wickedness sits, and nobody knows! Urgent injections of holy water, prayer and a cross on the pulse, the avos will bring the attack!

In short, there were a lot of conversations with parents, different theories that were put forward, where they did not follow up with education, and recipes from the RPC. To me the questioning row never reached, and over time everyone has more or less accepted this my oddity, and no one has ever learned that in fact, in the unhealthy passion for horror movies was partially to blame the grandmother herself.

The fact is that I stayed with her every Saturday, and on Sunday we went to work from morning. When I fell asleep at eleven in the evening, I slept exactly an hour before my grandmother went to bed. Her wild snoring woke me up like a stroke of pollen on my head, and I was embarrassed to crush her and ask not to snore. Since the apartment was one-room, and there was nowhere to get away from this sound, in the end, I quietly turned on the TV, where the horrors just started, and until the morning asked a movie marathon, shaking under the blanket. Grandma was up at six, and I had time to turn it off and pretend to be asleep. Then, at seven o'clock, I was "wake up", fed breakfast and dragged to the church, where there was a monotonous drum of popes, under which I slept very well. I was not allowed to sleep, I was capricious.

Maybe I should have given this explanation to my parents when I was a child, but who would have asked me?