Grisha is not a witness

The Samokat publishing house represents Nastya Ryabtseva’s book “Grisha is not a witness” .

Grisha is soon 14 and he is invisible, but he is not called to the board. And then Grisha decided to stop being only a witness to life. Why suddenly? Grandma died, mother left for a funeral, around slush, restlessness and New Year's days. And nearby there is ordinary school persecution, and if you do not change this course of things yourself, then everything will be done, not noticed, forgotten. A piercing rhymed novel about the first ridiculous teenage love and the birth of a voice.

We offer to read a fragment of the book.

I'll tell you about my grandmother.
She died 5000 kilometers from here.
Once I got sick at a party.
I had a cold.
At first, my grandmother some kind of gloomy thing my temple rubbed my temple,
Then she brought me purple juice
(without her vigilant gaze, I could not drink him),
Then I clicked on some point
Under my collarbone -
So that I decided to disconnect.
The next morning I woke up healthy, like a new buffet,
And he asked for sweets.

In short, I thought that my grandmother could not die.
She has a black radish after all.
She has yoga every morning at 6.35
And the breathing practice of "three-four-five".
In short, grandmother in her 67
looked if not at 27,
then not a grandmother at all.

But life, as the remaining grandmother says,
Amazing prize.
Sometimes she gives us a surprise,
Hard, like five-year-old Iris "Kis-Kis":
Someone is left without teeth
And I - without guidelines and grandmother's cucumbers.

- Petelkin, what are you doing here?
My name is Grisha, but my name is also Petelkin.
Our physical education ran past.
He is without shouts by last name - like without hands.

I, Alexey Stepanovich, sit here,
Because I do not find places in the world.

I would tell him, but, of course, did not say.
He did not wait for an answer and ran to the gym.
I am a good student, there is nothing to suspect of me,
Since I have 5 chemistry 5.

And by the way, they are so careless in vain,
Once with a Mendeleev table, I am delighted!

Maybe even in its 9th grade
I can drown Mentos in kvass,
Add a couple more connections,
And everything - the school is flooded for future generations,
turned into a new substance,
All instances are raised to the ears.
Around a dome of Gipro is built,
So that no eye can see from the street,
As inside the geysers, notebooks beat.
By the way, it turned out to be a cool party!
But I'm quiet, obedient, sitting on the second desk on the left,
I cut my nails in time, even if the horoscope is not a virgin,
With classmates, he behaves, say, on an equal footing.
No one expects actions from me
illegal.

I shuddered from the call
As if my own hand hit me.
Topot of dozens of legs
He brought me a corner in recreation.
They did not notice my absence -
They notice figures, not witnesses.

In general, I did not make a hype
But immediately I felt a disturbing wib ...

- Hey, Yegor,
Look, the bunch of dill on the head is a kapor!
- What? What are these words? What are you, old man?
- A bunch of dill, such hats wore,
When Lenin climbed onto an armored car.
- OP! This is now a grandmother of a bunch
Instead of a backpack, she should have a chest.

Grandma, grandmother, where is your pince -nez?
Grandfather-guard sees you in a dream.
And oh, what dreams he has!
Saliva flows from the gums.

Something was shook inside me.
It seems that it has begun.

Anya does not answer anything
She pretends not to hear.
But I suddenly say:
- Dania, what did you have, have a roof?
I suddenly pronounce?
Or did it seem to me?
Isn't it me?
But I still continue:
- Stas, you are a pig!
Come on?
I can't stop?
- Guys, you have such stupid jokes,
Kill!
(It would be better if I brought pizza to school.)

By the way, I am no longer 13.
It's time to learn how to fight.

But no one likes me yet.
- Hey, Grisha, what did you drink poisoned compote?
See what our posterior says!
“It is better to be a tower than an idiot,” I say.
Ani has a cool hat. Danya, you don't understand
Nothing.
Here I, honestly, swore for the first time in my life
Out loud
And he himself is a little swelling.

In addition, I was not too lucky.
At this moment, as luck would have it,
Gloria came out of the office,
She is Galina Larionovna, our teacher
On history.

- Grisha Petelkin? Grisha Petelkin? Are you?
I am now disappointed like a comet,
which flew to the ground, but flew by.
I heard what I did not want to hear.

So that it was the last time!
Well, everything is in class.

I feel how to shake me without stopping.
I don't understand anything, but I hear everything.
My one -partner Olya
For some reason not at school.
There is a lot of space for my elbows.
Behind my back I hear a whisper: "His bride."
I see: a note flies in the class ...
I think I'm at risk now.
It seems, standing up for Anya,
I myself was beyond
acceptable in our class.
- Petelkin, the mat does not paint you!

Tell us better about the campaign of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Go to the board, there is a map.

- Sorry, Galina Larionovna, I'm not ready today.
- He has a wedding soon. He is not up to history, he has love!

- Maybe you will tell us then, Romanov,
Since you have no your own love novels?

Danya, of course, was in a certain time.
And I am silent, red as cancer.

And Anya is silent at the middle desk of the first row;
Surely she is not very happy
my intercession,
Giving birth to new reasons
stem it and me.
However, inside me are other arguments.
I think about mom, about her to say now,

that the mat was a little superfluous
that this is not enough
that now you need to come up with something,
to not happen like this,
that they just have another enemy,
More precisely, an outcast.
Then my phone was writing down, oh,
I forgot to turn off the sound.
- Grisha Petelkin, you fought back today.
- Sorry, I think this is mom.
Grandma died,
We have a drama in our family.
Can I go out to talk?

I grabbed a backpack and jumped out of the class,
By accident, hitting Stas.
It turned out as deliberately
But I'm not so confident.
This is cool, I would not dare.
In short, I washed off with history.

I took out the pipe
And on the screen
SMS from an unfamiliar number:
"Thank you. Anya ".

I did not answer.
I decided to call my mother.
Her Wottsap met me with bundles,
long as pauses in dad's phrases.
I heard a voice, but I did not even understand it right away.
“Grishechka! How are you Where are you? I was about to call you myself.
I thought you were at school, in the morning I didn't want to wake you up.
Happy birthday, son, so sorry that I am not nearby,
But how, how glad I am
That such a person is growing in my house!
Sorry, I'll call me back, the funeral agent of the name calls me. "

Right now, mom, I'm walking the story,
And in general, I seem to be in history.
I only managed to tell short beams.
Call you back, mom, I'll wait for now.

And if I wait, then why return to the class?
Then Stas asked for the toilet.
I thought he would tell me something.
Or perhaps smile.
But he passed by, not even looking at me,
The heart expanded with relief, Uff ...

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I did not know where to go, and just sat on the windowsill.
Outside the window, the winter light shone, modest, like a deceased.
There were twenty minutes left until the end of the lesson -
There is time to admire.

However, having thought of the brains,
I decided that I needed to move my feet
that birthday is a gift time,
And now I'm already putting on the park.

The guard would look at me suspicious
If he had not been a football viewer.
He is in the middle of the game "Zenit - Spartak",
And I went out without excuses, just like that.