"Grandma is wrong. Home is not just a mud shelter, home is love. People don't just love four walls and a roof, their own little family, their own hobby garden, the sun in the corner of the balcony, pet dogs and cats, live a little like themselves. , loves all of this. And if that love is lost for some reason, then that crying illusion stays with him. That thing is a terrible thing. Light is the antidote to darkness, love is the antidote to hate. But what is the antidote to light? The curse of love is eight.