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April

The first storm broke after a hot and muggy day, allowing London to cool down. A cold downpour drove all passers-by from the streets, knocking the remnants of dust from the hot asphalt. The water ran in large streams that made a noise and played, running down into a deep ditch. Bright and sudden flashes lit up the city, echoing from the loud peals of thunder that rattled the old wooden Windows of the little house on Summer Road. Young nineteen-year-old girl sat in a battered armchair in the living room, trying to concentrate on Latin, her brown eyes darting over the typeface. The screams of her little brothers irritated her, but she didn't want to go to her room. A maroon jumper with a white blouse sticking out and a matching skirt below the knees indicated that the girl had not yet changed, having returned from College relatively recently. Her thick shoulder-length hair was slightly tousled and tangled at the roots.

«Lily, see what I can do!» one of the three brothers exclaimed, tumbling off the springy sofa and dropping his body on a pile of pillows.

«Remember, if you break your neck, your parents will have five other children besides you…» said the girl, throwing her thin legs up on the sideboard and burying her face in a lifeworn textbook. Her thin lips were pursed, and her nose was wrinkled from the intense processes of memory in her head. The triplets made noises in the living room until the phone rang, startling all four of them.

«Everyone shut up!» Lily hissed, rushing to the phone in the hall and picking up the old beige receiver. Her friend's voice came on the line, bitterly informing her that the teacher of literature and literature would not allow Lily to take the exam if she did not deign to show up for class.

«Damn it! Her brown eyes flickered over the calendar on the wall, helping her think about what to do next. «Can I sleep over tomorrow so I can catch my first class on Thursday morning?»

«Of course! Otherwise, your honours degree will be crying, friend.

Tuesday

Girls hurried to classes, running across the road near the College, laughing merrily. For Lily, it was more of a nervous laugh, connected with the impending punishment from a teacher who, until today, had not even known her by sight. A small hall with white walls and a wooden Board with a schedule of classes and offices flashed past, and the girls were already hurrying up the stairs to the fourth floor. Excitement rose in her throat and her palms began to sweat as she went to the right-hand door, opened it, and let a more confident and calm friend pass. «Of course, Monika didn't miss a single lesson, unlike me!» The thought flashed through her mind with a touch of envy as the body flew into an old office with beige walls and light peach curtains. Three large Windows provided ample heat and light, and fifteen desks with students cheerfully absorbed them in their study interests. Taking the last table by the window, Lily tossed her bag under a chair and pulled out the notebook containing Charlotte Bronte's essays and essays. Feeling a lump of excitement in her throat, Lily looked up, scanning the audience and the chattering girls of her own age, and finally noticed sitting at the faculty table an adult male in his mid-thirties or early forties with thick dark brown hair slicked to one side and dark eyes that looked dark at first glance. A deep and penetrating gaze was fixed on the magazine. Long, broad fingers stroked his short, well-groomed beard, which was lighter than his hair. On the index finger of his left hand, a broad gold ring glittered in the spring sun. On the left side of his black waistcoat hung a gilt watch chain attached to a button loop. A starched white shirt clung to the man's body, emphasizing his physical prowess. The noisy bell made the girl start and look away from the teacher, who immediately became animated, getting up to close the door. Lily leaned back in her chair, hiding behind a tall classmate and waiting for the death sentence. By all rights, the teacher could demand her expulsion or transfer to another teacher, but, alas, this discipline was no longer taught at the College. So the entire stream of graduates had to pass through Mr. Shulman. That was his name, Mr. Thomas Shulman. Lily wrote his name on the title page of her notebook during the first lesson. In a peculiar introduction to the class, the teacher omitted her name from the list because of fatigue, or perhaps because of simple absent-mindedness. She would have been so unlucky a second time. The man straightened his massive back, looking around the entire class, not noticing the added head on the last Desk. The height seemed to allow you to see everyone, but the vision was so-so.

«Good morning, girls. Let's start the lesson, as always, with the absentees,» the voice was hoarse and slightly smoky, and it echoed in the office. «Devana, top button!»

The short, fair-haired girl lowered her head guiltily, her face buried in a book, and feverishly buttoned her shirt collar. Finally, Mr. Shulman sat down, holding the edges of his trousers together, not wanting to pull out his new and ironed trousers. The teacher opened the magazine, naming names, slowly but surely going down to the last one, which was Lillian's. She tapped her fingers restlessly on the table, feeling her knees tremble as she stared at the ink-covered table. Hearts, numbers, names, and insults to the teacher became real soothing literature for Lily.

«Yung?» the teacher asked defiantly and in surprise, not raising his eyes as usual, knowing that such a student was probably not in the class, and he did not have time to clarify the circumstances and collect rumours. Lily cleared her throat, exhaled softly, and pursed her lips to gather her courage.

«I'm here.» she muttered, sinking back into the chair behind her classmate. The teacher was looking for the right girl, sitting and fidgeting. It was impossible to hide any further, and Lily sat up, meeting the gaze of a man who raised his eyebrows with interest, but quickly scanned her appearance.

«Today the Earth will begin to turn the other way…» a hoarse voice tried to make a joke, but nothing came of it. So began the lesson, during which the group read an excerpt from «Jane Eyre», repeating the school program. Mr. Shulman glanced at Lily from time to time, frowning when he noticed that she was drawing something on a pad, completely ignoring him, like everyone else, in a state of morning half-sleep.

«Miss Yung, can you explain to me why this girl didn't marry Mr. Rochester and run away and leave herself to wander?» Lily jumped up from the drawing, noticing the silhouette of a man to her right, twirling a book in his fingers, looking at a Notepad. The student covered the image with her hands, looking up. Her gaze flickered over dark grey eyes with fine lines on the lids and large ones on the high forehead. His brows were drawn together in a questioning, uncomprehending expression. They were accompanied by plump, now disapproving lips. The teacher sniffed patiently with his sharp nose, still looking straight into her eyes, scaring and scaring her away.

«Hmm» Lily blushed and swallowed, repeating the question in her mind,«Probably because Mr. Rochester was not a widower, as he pretended when he hid his distraught wife in the attic» her voice broke several times, but she managed to finish without daring to look up at Mr. Shulman, who had already returned to his seat and was continuing the lesson. A slight shiver ran through her for a full hour and a half, allowing no distraction, devoting all her attention to the discussion of the novel. The long-awaited bell in the corridor allowed her to gasp and throw her notebook and textbook into her bag.

«Thank you all for the lessons. Goodbye.» Lily glided to the door, but the teacher stopped her with a sudden call.

«Miss Yung, stay.» The girl immediately went limp, sinking guiltily into the first Desk next to Shulman, who was sitting on the edge of the table with his arms crossed over his chest.

«It's a long break, and I hope you've had your breakfast at home, because you won't be able to get to the dining room in time.» Lily nodded politely, knowing that this was not a good time to eat.

«You missed four classes in a row, failed four essays, and failed two tests. One of them is about Jane Eyre.» Lily handed the Notebook to the man, looking around guiltily.

«What is the reason for your absence?» Mr. Shulman frowned and opened his mouth, waiting for an answer. Lily just shrugged, not knowing where to begin.

«Do you like to sleep or is it much more complicated?» Lily snorted, turning away from the window.

«Complicated…» the thoughtful tone strained the already confused Thomas, who grabbed the magazine as he sat down at the table.

«Do you have a biased attitude towards male teachers?» he said, putting on his thin glasses and opening the magazine's table of contents. Lily shook her head. Thomas was surprised to note that the girl regularly attended all the physics classes taught by Mr. Harris, the second man in the women's College, immediately after the second literature lesson. This made Tom stiffen a little, almosttable. «Do you support the idea of fascism? In other words, you are against Jews and for a pure race?» Lily looked at the teacher as if she were a fool and shook her head even more violently.

«I'm not an Aryan or a Jew. My mother is Russian, if that's what you mean.» The teacher grinned guiltily.

«I am a Jew.» Lily hesitated, looking at the door.

«Then what is the reason for your absence from my classes? According to your report card, you're doing well in all your subjects, but you don't go to my classes.» The teacher flipped through the magazine, surprised to see excellent grades and good grades, wanting to look at the root of the problem, but the girl is tightly covered with a veil, as if it torments her daily, and she is already used to the silence in which she stood up. «So what's the reason, young lady? I don't want to take you to the Director.» Lily shrugged, not knowing what to say or where to begin.

«Well. I got my degree a long time ago and I want to help you.» Again Lily shrugged her shoulders.

«There is one reason.» Thomas narrowed his eyes, listening intently, but the girl paused again, searching for the right words. «My neighbour works in a warehouse on Tuesdays and doesn't go to London to give me a lift.» The man nodded understandingly.

«What about the bus?»

«The first bus doesn't leave until seven-thirty, and classes start at eight sharp. I can't physically do it.» Lily said, straightening her tie.

«Don't you like the College Dorm?» Thomas didn't back down.

«Not at all, not. I just can't stay here all the time because I need to be home.»

«Do you have a family?»

«I have a little brothers to take care of.»

The teacher nodded again, making a long sound.

«What do parents do?»

«Mother is a stay-at-home mom, but she recently suffered leg paralysis and hasn't moved in six months.»

«And your father?»

«He's an attaché, but he doesn't live with us now.»

«Why?» Shulman went over the edge of a business conversation, too deeply immersed in the student's problems.

Lily pursed her lips, not wanting to answer a personal question. The man finally calmed down, leaned back in his chair, ruffled his straight, clean hair, and stared thoughtfully out the window.

«Sorry.» Lily only smiled slightly as she accepted his apology and glanced at the door. Understanding the hint, the man decided to let go of the girl, unclenching the invisible paws of flared curiosity and interest.

«Well, run.» Tom glanced at his pocket watch as he took it out of his pocket. «You have time for Breakfast. Try to get admission to the exam for your own sake, okay?»

She hurried out of the office, took a deep breath of the cool air, descended the steep stairs, passed through the other floors, and went to the bathroom to wash her face in hot, red, icy water.