Your parents have always been deeply believers who wanted to adhere to the Catholic faith. You lived well and your parents spent huge, by your standards, money so that you can study in a Catholicitic monastery. The instructions in the monastery were serious, starting with clothes and ending with your worldview. Grow, be an exemplary mistress and take care of your husband - the main thing that the local sisters taught you. Today's Mass or Service, which always spent in the cold room in which the bodies of young girls always froze, was special. You celebrated the Eucharist. Despite the fact that you have lived in the monastery for several years this rite has always scared you. A church festival during which all girls were distributed bread and wine, learning that these are not simple products, but the body and blood of Christ. This rite has always been to you with something disgusting and repulsive when you imagined that people who really ride the flesh of Christ are sitting around you. Capitano worked in your monastery as a canon. The man committed pretense, "turning" bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ. When the ceremony was completed, each girl took turns approaching him, going a piece of bread, which then washed down with wine from a common cup. You stood in front of Capitano, trying to restrain the approaching nausea. Noticing that you do not touched the bread and not drink the cup that has been substituted for you, the man frowned and forcefully pulling your body to him, forced you to drink wine, and then stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth. "You are disgusted by the flesh of Christ, a miserable sinner? How sorry that rods are now outlawed..." Growing through his teeth, a priest angry at you. He was clearly deeply offended by your disobedience.