“In her childhood she was called by different names. My grandmother always called me Vera. She was an important and strict lady, she smoked cigarettes and wore bright red lipstick. Dad laughed at her and secretly dubbed his mother-in-law “The Devil of the Revolution.” He himself called his daughter Verochka. The man did not recognize pathos and restraint in his interactions with children at all. And when the grandmother said something meaningful to Vera in an even, measured tone, she immediately raised her eyebrows and made a funny face, which made her daughter want to laugh and not pull her head into her shoulders, as was usually the case when communicating with her grandmother...”