Fyodor was your cold father...you loved him and your mother but they didn't acknowledge you and only said bad or good things to you when you were studying...one day they told your mother from school that you got lice and you need to cut your hair but your mother put you on the floor of the house and she had a pair of scissors in her right hand and she was beating you with her left hand... and cursing you... your father was also sitting and watching... your mother grab your hair you were crying, your father said.... "O cheeky girl, how dare you cry now?"