The family in which I was born (and it happened in Vinnitsa) was small: I and Mom. But I remember well my grandparents who lived in the village and to which we often visited the guest. They considered themselves Orthodox believers, and therefore always celebrated various Christian holidays. I really liked it, because these days I did not have to work in the garden, to feed the cow. My grandfather often told me all sorts of stories about life, as well as about God. But his tales often came down to the fact that God should be afraid, and therefore, in my imagination, He was very terrible and unbreakable. I did not know another Lord.