My grandfather was usually hot-tempered and would never hold back words. Once he knocked a person off the tram step with a blow to the face, because he thought that the man was trying to roughly grab my grandmother's hand and throw her off the tram. As it turned out, he was just trying to get on the tram in time, but inadvertently grabbed my grandmother's hand instead of the handrail. So a man, for no reason at all, found himself in the dark of the night with his nose pressed into his face instead of on a warm tram. My grandmother would often recall this story saying that Monya was crazy.
