Читать книгу Sinned at 14 - Тимур Джафарович Агаев - Страница 1

   Well, as much as I'd hate to start telling you about that day, I think I'll have to. The main thing is to start, right? It was Wednesday, freezing, cold in the street, the first lesson. The classroom was strangely filled with a mute emptiness, the class was silent, and silently looked at the door leading to the corridor. "Do you know what's going on?"– this phrase smoothly passed from mouth to mouth, and after walking several times through our class, fell silent. The teacher came into the classroom, clearly very dissatisfied with something. Everyone knew that now there would be a literature lesson, and everyone would tell a poem they had memorized at home (in fact, it was Krylov's fable "the wagon Train").       The lesson didn't start on a good note. The teacher took a stack of sheets and tapped them on the table, glaring at us. "Parasites!" – Oh, my God! " she screamed, though in a low, almost mumbling voice. "Tell me, who gave you the right to humiliate me like this?"  the teacher still continued her monologue. Tim from" nothing to do " began to dig in his pencil case, finding in it a blue pen, exactly not his. But Tim looked familiar with the handle at the time, and thought he already had it. At the same time, the teacher shouted – "How could you get so many twos on the Russian language test? I've taught you everything, shown you everything!" She handed out the test sheets, which had Tim's two-digit mark on it. "But by my grace, I didn't give you these grades. Live!"  at this point, half the class breathed a sigh of relief.