We did not know whether she was married or not, where she lives, and what kind of problems it is. It was necessary to act. Stupidly traced ...
We did not know whether she was married or not, where she lives, and what kind of problems it is. It was necessary to act. Stupidly traced ...When we were in the second grade (1989), we loved our class teacher very much. She was very young (about 25 years old).
She often came crying and we asked her - "what's the matter?". She kept laughing, but once she slipped that she had problems with the second half. We, the small four friends, agreed to solve this problem.
We did not know whether she was married or not, where she lives, and what kind of problems it is. It was necessary to act. Stupidly followed her to the hostel, where she is lived. Next came the question - to find the floor and the apartment. Come up with a stupid plan. They found some kind of envelope in the entrance (some of the envelopes were on the windowsill, apparently not everyone had mailboxes), and stupidly asked everyone in a row, shaking the envelope where Lidia Sergeyevna lives.Why students are carrying the mail did not ask any dude. The tenth man pointed to the third floor and the twentieth apartment. We arranged a natural surveillance of this hut.
They burned the subject from the corner, others stood on the staircase and observed the situation. We calculated this shit who was constantly leaving our teacher, loudly slamming the door. We traced to his house, through the quarter, to the apartment (from the third time), and decided to talk like a man. I remember, I took a piece of pipe, and my best friend was a piece of brick. We were bursting with anger and a sense of justice. We knew EVERYTHING! He slammed, bitch, the door! What was really happening there, we did not know, but it was necessary to protect our class teacher! He opened the door and for a long time could not understand what was happening there. Four boys stood, 7-8 years old (I was 7, went to school at 6), with various tools and were stupidly silent.
The courage to speak was not enough for anyone. In short, we fell through, and then corresponded in the lesson with notes and one of them was intercepted by Lydia Sergeyevna and she understood everything (wrote a question, then an answer, in short it turned out, like a full scan from the chat). Left us four after classes, said it was not good to go into privacy. We chorus her - "yes he is a goat!".She - "I know, and now I’m completely sure of that."
She didn’t come crying anymore, and then, when we were already in high school, she got married and went on maternity leave.
We never saw her again, but the “mystery of the order of knights” still lives in my heart.