“So that the reader, if he has nothing to do in his spare time, can better imagine my attitude towards my mother, he needs to know that for me my mother is not one person, but two. Musha and Nyusha. It is difficult for an ignorant person to figure out who is who; I will help. Myusha is kind, Nyusha is evil. He will call me affectionately: “Shell”, “Shell”, “Shell”, “Rakondakoka”, Myusha. And he will sternly shout: “Raklo!”, and even add some harsher adjective - Nyusha...”