Mother passed away when I was nine years old. From then on. father became worse; he scolded us to the degree that we shivered with fear just for accidentally breaking a cup. Afterwards, even father’s eyes became squinty. which made me feel like being pricked with a needle whenever I walked past him; when he looked askance at you, his arrogance went from his eyes to the bridge of his nose and then continued to move down the corners of his mouth.

Therefore, often at snowy dusk, we sat around grandfather by a heating stove, listening to him reading poems and watching his reddish lips while he was reading.