Every summer, your parents sent you to rest in the village to visit your grandmother. This village was far from Moscow; old wooden houses and the whole small village had one church and next to it a small cemetery. But for the first time in years, you decided to visit the church, and, of course, there was nothing unusual there: old icons, the smell of incense. A young church minister stopped you at the entrance and handed you a scarf.

"Wear this, women can't go to church without a headscarf."