My mom and quarantine

Elena Kostyuchenko transmits special correspondent from his parental house

My mother has just turned 73 years old.

She is a school teacher. She lives in Yaroslavl.

Once she was engaged in chemistry, then taught chemistry, and now she teaches the visual arts 5, 6, 7, 8 grades.

Her salary is 14 thousand rubles.

If it were not for tutoring and pension, this would not have been enough even for food.

But she does not like to complain.

Last week, she called me and said that she was sobbing all day.

She received instructions on how to use the Zoom program - for distance education. Webinars passed, on which peppy aunt at the speed of the machine gun listed, on which buttons to press in which sequence.

Mom panicked.

- I still can’t handle it, so why all? I'll leave!

“Calm down, not the war,” I say.

- For me it is better that war. Clearly.

- Watch the tongue!

They were silent. Mom sobbed.

I did not worry. I know magic words after which there is no room for a panic. This is not “I love you” and “we can handle”. This is “our common misfortune” and “every duty”.

Mom is a very Soviet woman.

She is most proud of Gagarin’s flight and victory. Her father fought with the Germans and the Japanese. She is from a family of peasants working at the factory. Mom also wanted to work at the factory, but in the end she graduated from the chemical faculty and invented paints until the Soviet Union fell apart. Then she washed the floors, and then she went to teach at school. She didn’t leave the floors until my sister and I got to my feet.

Mom tells how one boy in the seventh grade - “the most filthy age, to be honest” refuses to turn the chair at the end of the lesson, because “is not required”. “I say: And if your mother washed? And they laughed, everyone laughed. Can you imagine? "

Now there are no classes, and the boy is sitting at home. And mom at home. Quarantine.

She wakes up early, looks Utub. The principle of issuing it is fascinating. Endless television for her alone.

It comes out with the dog, watering his favorite seedlings. Pandemia does not cancel the fact that tomatoes and amaranths should see the sun. And will the berry go to the berry of the Gozhi? Must rise.

Carefully watches the news.

Then he sits down for lessons.

Last week we mastered e -mail. Now mom writes a summary of lessons on large sheets A4 (she has the perfect handwriting). Then he reprints with one finger. Then, taking advantage of another notes, it opens e -mail and sends its lessons to the head teacher. (Do the headlines use the abstract to open it? Perhaps.) Her mobile saws every 20 minutes - homework has come.

She puts ratings to an old classroom magazine - then to enter electronic. Double work is already familiar and unpaired.

Now we should submit to Zoom.

After 4 hours, we registered, learned to create lessons. Mom draws virtual markers a model of air perspective and is very pleased with herself. I think that boy will watch how she chooses a brush and color half a minute, and it hurts me. His parents are young. His parents did not wash the floors.

The reverse perspective is characterized by the effect of the discrepancy between the straight lines in the future and the enlargement of the figures in the background. Mom says: “Look, what a beautiful Faberge egg! Pearls - like the valley in the grass. If it ends until May, we will see for ourselves. ”

Each time she re -surprised the world and infects with this surprise. This generosity, as well as the willingness to work hard for 14 thousand rubles for the good of everyone, makes her a teacher. When she still led a “serious object” - chemistry - and was a class teacher, she was given the most wild, neglected classes. And she loved her wild children. Then she said: “I stopped understanding them” - and abandoned the classroom leadership.

Now she needs to understand Zoom - or leave school. But the pandemic, the last quarter of the school year, “our common misfortune” and “the duty of each”. She cannot.

Mom sorting out the schemes of rooms built in the correct, linear perspective. She went for the schemes to a locked school, and on the way back she bought a cake to stop crying.

But she still cries - over migrants, "on which now everyone does not care." His trouble passed, alien trouble again was more painful.

The teacher's chat sends new webinars and ends each message with the words: “We are in the same boat, do not remain indifferent to everyone's problems.” There are also very Soviet people. Today, at school, a meeting for those who could not cope with registration at Zoom are asked to come to him "in a mask and for strict necessity." I think how these women come with notebooks to outline the “Cross - Close the Program”, “Login is equal to the name”. And only here I feel that we will survive the general trouble and will surely be saved - with them and thanks to them.