"My mother loved me, - explained Peter - she never let me out of sight. For me, there was nothing inaccessible. I can not remember that I criticized, but at the same time I did not do anything for which I could criticize. " Peter's mother was a capable, ambitious woman who was disappointed in her husband. Father Peter dismissed by many studies, and he bad earned. My father was quiet and compliant man. He was not a fighter, and he had to give everything. "Mother often shouted at him:" No you do not respect! You jerk! "- Peter recalled. - She was lonely and frustrated woman, I was her only concern, the only joy in her life. She was terrified of what might lose me, and strongly guarded me. "