Grandfather's tales

The full moon rose in the black sky, its cold rays illuminating the room, falling through the window. The neighbor's dog barked loudly. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, so for a while I just lay under the blanket and looked out the window. I remembered how my grandmother taught me when I was little that you shouldn't look out the window before going to bed, because the evil spirit could scare you. Of course, I, a little boy curious about everything, couldn't listen to her. The window was like a door to another world for me, I stared at the sky for a long time, where the cold stars danced, I even tried to count them. Then my grandmother would start scaring me with "baba tsitsokha" and tell me another story.