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A TEACHER IS AN ORPHAN...
E-MAIL of trust: gmurs@novayagazeta.ru Hello! I am a student of the 11th grade of gymnasium No. 5 in the city of Perm. There is a problem that is bothering me a lot. I'll just describe the situation as it was, okay? And then you tell me what to do with it. Here...
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hello! I am a student of the 11th grade of gymnasium No. 5 in the city of Perm. There is a problem that is bothering me a lot. I'll just describe the situation as it was, okay? And then you tell me what to do with it.
Here's what: there were not many of us left at the big break, literature had just ended, and then - foreign, division into groups. Our writer was gathering her things to give way to the German teacher, and the heroes from the bottom of Gorky were still rushing through my head. Our writer - she knows how to present everything in such a way that everything is kept in her head for a long time, it is so interesting to talk with her. Well, she was collecting things - all her numerous magazines, notebooks, some manuals, and at that very time a man of about thirty entered the class. He was dressed in an ordinary down jacket, in his hands he held a large bag of a market shuttle. Such people often walk around the school offering simple goods to teachers. He said, “Hello, hello! Let me offer you a wonderful product manufactured by our company. Our teacher, not paying any attention to him, continued to collect things. And he continued in a practiced barker's voice: "Let me offer you wonderful books, newspapers, magazines, brochures printed in our printing house." The teacher finally paid attention to him, and it happened on the word "books". And he, sensing interest, simply flooded: “Pay attention to the unique encyclopedia we have, released specifically on the occasion of the City Day, here is the whole history of our region. And mind you, the price for such a book is simply ridiculous, thirty-five rubles…”. Having said this, he took out a large book in a dust jacket from his bag and leafed through it. To see the color illustrations.
“Thirty-five rubles,” my favorite teacher was very embarrassed, “it’s not expensive. True, it’s inexpensive, but ... - She fiddled with a handkerchief in her hands and looked like someone called to the blackboard and not ready for the lesson ... - Now, if you came up in a month, we might just have a salary.
I could see how much she wanted to have this book. It was visible to all...
- You don't have thirty-five rubles? the merchant asked in astonishment.
- No, - the writer sighed with shame, - but ... please, maybe you can still wait until the salary?
And the merchant threw the book back into the bag, measured it with a murderously contemptuous look, turned around and left.
"So you won't wait, then?" - the teacher said with inner hope in her voice. And, seeing the already empty door, she left with her head bowed ...
So he told me, but it didn’t get any easier ... Why are the best and most worthy orphans in their native country, and those who do not strain the convolutions are fed? Why?