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Thomas stood at the blackboard and he wrote on the blackboard, glancing nervously at the clock and the empty space that Lily usually occupied. They hadn't seen each other in a week, because Shulman was only in College on Tuesdays, and all the other days he worked at the bar and read the Torah. The girl did not change it for the better, but only opened new features, expanded its boundaries. But the idea of Thomas remained the same, because he was and remains the leader of one of the London gang of Jews, which he covered with obscenities , and this has not gone away. Shulman began to think about this even more, reading the Torah, running his eyes over the Hebrew language, as if looking for answers to his questions in this book. There were contradictions in his mind, because she was a Christian and he was a Jew; she was a student, he was a teacher; she was very young, and he was already Mature and experienced. Different beliefs, different views, different values-and nothing in common. Thomas is calm and reasonable, while Lily is quick-tempered and impulsive, living with feelings and emotions. The man sat down, glancing at his watch, which hung on a thin gold chain. A thoughtful and frowning face ran through the classroom, which seemed empty without one of the students he needed. Suddenly the old and creaking door swung open, and Lily young, who had been standing at the entrance, looked guilty and disappointed, rushed in parallel with the bell.

«Damn it, it's only a minute!» she thought, trying to find an excuse for being late.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Mr. Shulman waved her back to her seat with a satisfied gesture.

«I'm not going to hit you with a pointer, Miss Yung,» he said, and Lily smiled sheepishly as she pulled books, a Notepad, and a pencil out of her bag.

Thomas stood up, beginning the lesson with a greeting and the usual list of absentees who weren't there today. Then everything goes back to the worked-out scenario, reading the work, Discussing and writing a short essay-reasoning. Only here again there was a difference of opinion between the teacher and the student.

«Great importance has always been attached in literature to the sacrifice of love, ladies. No work misses this storyline.»

Someone yawned and grinned at the last Desk.

«Lily Yung? » the man asked, noticing the raised hand, knowing who it belonged to.

«I think it's easier than we think.»

«What do you mean?» Shulman turned, tossing his hair aside. «These are just beautiful fairy tales that are opposed to reality. He rubs her about eternal love, but after getting what he wants, what happens?» she asked herself as she drew something with a pencil on the table, occasionally glancing at Tom, who was interested and ready to listen.

«Stop beating around the Bush, miss Yung. Why don't you take my place?»

«Are you inviting me?»

«I insist. » Thomas leaned back, watching as the girl hurried up to the Board, flashing a maroon sundress with a white blouse underneath, and turned to clear her throat excitedly.

«How can you all be so compassionate with this girl? What was driving her mind? Feelings and belief in something that didn't exist? »

Thomas grinned, folding his hands on the table.

«No? You can't know for sure!»

«It's funny to you, Mr. Shulman. Look, no one wants to see the beauty of the soul in us, and everything flows to the body, doesn't it? » Lily spread her hands. «A character is no longer interesting to a man after they've become close, is it, Mr. Shulman? »

«If everything flowed to your body, you wouldn't be standing here anymore, » Thomas thought, and pursed his lips wearily as he recalled their brief but epic encounter in the brothel. If Thomas hadn't wanted to explore her inner world, he would have succumbed to lust and debauchery, and perhaps Lily would have reasoned differently?

«The heroine had a desire to give, and giving is the meaning of love. » Tom said, exhaling through his nose.

«Oh, yes, of course, Mr. Shulman. Conclusion: the world is ruled by animal instinct! Correction: people are ruled by animal instinct. Point.»

The Jew was disappointed by her answer and reasoning to the story she had read, and Lily was at a loss, drooping until the end of the lesson, as if she wanted to hear something more from him. She was playing the fool again, and he was playing the complete idiot. It seemed to Shulman that the girl had seen enough of the male sex and definitely hated it. After the lesson, Lily Yung waited for the teacher in the office even more depressed and upset.

«You write an essay, I check it out, and then we all go our separate ways. » he said irritably as he entered the classroom and tossed her a notebook.

Lily nodded obediently: «Did I upset you?»

Tom gritted his teeth and nodded with a heavy sigh.

«I am frankly infuriated by your reasoning. They disappoint me. Nineteen for you and you're young.»

Lily hastened to apologize.

«That's not the point. You can think the way you want, the way you like, and the way you think is right. Your life experience is richer than mine? Or have you really decided that you know and understand more than anyone else?»

«Any theory needs practice, miss Yung.»

Lily nodded quickly.

«But, sir… Seeing the illusions of others, I have lost only my own.»

«That's your problem.» Thomas said quickly, his mind on fire, his heavy pen pounding viciously on the textbook. « Live your dreams and hopes, your faith in love.»

«Why? To end up being crushed of your own free will, like everyone else? » Shulman took a deep breath, trying to be patient.

«What do you mean, like everyone else? You're not them, and they're not you! All rules have exceptions. I would prove it to you quickly!»

Lily's head snapped up, and Thomas stared into her eyes, clearly aware of what he'd just said. His face straightened with an effort, became soft and even a little peaceful.

«Prove it,» Lily said, her grey eyes still boring into her.

«Are you playing with me, Lily? If I take you on, I'll see it through.»

«Depends on what awaits me at this very end…»

Thomas rubbed his hands together, intent on making a deal, watching her seeming calm. And her knees are shaking.

«Joy and peace, but with your complete devotion to me.»

«Is that a condition?»

«No, it's a usually deal.»

Lily frowned as she scanned the room, taking in the beige walls, the curtains, the stands and posters, the huge Windows, and finally settled on Thomas, who waited patiently, twirling a pen in his hands. She knew that, on the one hand, it was profitable, because serving a teacher in any outcome leads to the fact that her debts will instantly disappear, the gaps will close her eyes, and she will be able to fully engage in upbringing at home and take care of her brothers and a sick mother.

«Maybe you can plow the whole garden on the Jew if the brothers don't have time to sow.» She silently assessed his physical development, taking in his broad shoulders, chest, and massive arms.

Playing love is a difficult task, but Lily is determined to try, take a chance and try her luck. If it gets its priorities right and creates an acceptable framework, it will lose absolutely nothing. But all this was not as profitable as Shulman himself. The thought flickered in the corners of her brown eyes. What will he get in return? After all, Thomas, as a true Jew, never did anything for nothing. Status? Or just to prove their case and superiority? Lily licked her lips.

«Nervous? » Mr. Shulman asked her in a haughty, hoarse voice.

«No, I think.» she said.

«You're nervous,» Tom said, drawing out the vowels.

The man chuckled and nodded politely, folding his dry hands together again, flashing several seals at once, his eyes burning in hers.

«And in the end, what's the catch?» Lily asked, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt, which was beginning to choke her. Shulman raised his eyebrows:

«What kind of catch are you looking for? I'm being honest with you. Make a decision, I have other things to do besides you.»

Thomas thought about the bar and his problems with the illegal business, which were drowning him in shit. And he slowly unravelled it, humanly tired of everything.

Perhaps this «deal» was more necessary to him, because he wanted easy communication and warmth. For someone to wait and listen to him, meet him in the evening and hug him in bed. He was alone. Too lonely.

«I like you because you're a loner. » The girl broke the silence, throwing Shulman as if from a black horse, and immediately began to play not by the rules.

«Me? A loner? Friends, colleagues, students. I'm not a loner, Yung. »

Thomas had no friends or colleagues who were anything more than a tick on his list of sources of profit. And the students were more afraid of him than they adored him. – Well, what of it? His patience was wearing thin. The Jew pressed Lily gently.

«I agree, but in time I would like to establish some rules. » Lily said.

Thomas didn't like it, but he didn't show it.

«Well. Then it's a deal?»

Lily stood up and took his open hand.

«On deal.»

Thomas did not rush the girl with the essay after a tense moment for her, deciding in the future to demand a debt for this indulgence. He was surprised at her acceptance. Either she was just a fool, or she was a cunning fool who wanted to deceive him.

«To deceive a Jew is to remain deceived by yourself,» he thought, as he slung her bag over his shoulder, while she was beaming with happiness at having received the assessment for nothing, in fact-in advance.

There's a Commission scheduled for next Friday, and if you don't close your debts on time, you'll be kicked out of the class five minutes before graduation. Do you understand?»

The girl made a tired sound:

«All right, but math and Latin… Miss Evans is like that… I mean, she just hates me. »

Tom smiled, taking the subtle hint.

«I can help you with Latin, but you'll have to make up for lost time in math. » Lily smiled at him.

Tom ate a dog on a smart ass like her and ate a bitch, which is what she's doing now in this fucking circus.

«A fucking generation willing to do anything for profit. Isn't that what I am? Who the hell do I look like?» Shulman thought to himself, carrying her bag on his shoulder like a boy, and she walked ahead of him, swaying her hips, which were just right: wide and beautiful.

«It should produce children only to Supplement the valiant and great Jewish race,» flashed through his mind.

«Is this your bus?» Tom pointed toward the bus stop.

«Ah, yes! I have to go!» Lily perked up as she took back her bag, which he carried three blocks like a camel or horseback. «Goodbye.»

The brown eyes on the other side looked directly into his, searching for answers or questions. The next moment, she started toward the vehicle, but Thomas grabbed her around the waist, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of her sundress.

«And the kiss? » her eyes widened and almost popped out of their sockets. Thomas sidestepped her insolence with his own. Her face was flushed in the may sun, and her lithe body moved slightly away from him.

«We have to do this. »

Lily sighed indignantly, looking at the bus, which seemed to be in no hurry and was waiting for a goodbye kiss just like Shulman. Thomas's inner voice was hoarse with anticipation.

«You sealed our agreement with a handshake, » he reminded her.

She swallowed nervously, took a step toward his shaggy face, and put her right hand on his shoulder, as if that would help. Tom was never patient, and he disliked waiting, leaning forward, carefully sealing their «deal» with his plump lips on the same ones, only very soft and pink, feeling the sweet taste and burning heat running through his body. She just squeezed her eyes shut, but there was no gun at her temple to make her tense.

«Now, good-bye. » he said, pulling away from my beloved lips, still holding her just above her waist. «When will you be home?»

Lily was completely bewildered, confused, and blushed even more as she struggled for words: «Well… I… In about two hours, not before. » Thomas took note of this.

«Then I'll call you at six sharp, may I?»