Diana. (№ 410535)

Since everyone in our family was “sick” of reading, as a child I re-read all the classics. And literate speech, fortunately or not fortunately, was a kind of criterion for assessing a person. If on my way I met a person who made mistakes in words, he ceased to exist for me. I just didn't notice him. Over time, I realized how wrong I was. You can write with mistakes, but still be a good person. And you can write perfectly and be a scoundrel.