When I was 10 years old, my girlfriend was transferred to my class. Bright, thin, quietly talking. Her name was Julia Rulenko. We had different companies then, so our communication did not particularly develop until in the 9th grade it was not put with me in one desk. I was wondering why she did not go to school on Saturdays, and in the dining room she gave me all pizza chips and sausages. Julia told me something about God, the Old Testament and the commandments. It was frankly not interesting to me, and I did not develop spiritual themes.