— shame! With drawings like that, you won’t find a proper wife. God will punish you, understand? You’ll wander the world until you realize how heavy your sins are!

She crossed herself, shook her head, and added:

— May your hands wither if you ruin your body with the needle again! And may each drawing make your soul darker!

The young man didn’t reply. He just sighed deeply and turned to look out the window. The bus continued on, but the grandmother didn’t stop: