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School history - Nikolay Lakutin

School history

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2019

Школа - это место, где каждый находит что-то свое. Для одних она связана с детством и юностью, для других - с работой, а для третьих - с ареной для схваток и полноценных битв. Школа остается в памяти и оставляет за собой след эмоций, которые заставляют нас возвращаться к прошлым историям в голове снова и снова. Сегодня я расскажу вам о сюжете, который... и пусть это будет интрига. Приятного и легкого чтения, друзья, приятных эмоций, а для кого-то - особенных, очень особенных воспоминаний...

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The big break had been over ten minutes ago, but the teacher was still out. Guys tried not to make noise, to not attract special attention. This state of Affairs more than suited them, because in English today was scheduled to test work, and knowledge in this area in the classroom much no one shone.

Suddenly the door swung open and a flushed Sashka rushed into the classroom, shouting through his shortness of breath:

"The biologist in the dining room is fighting an Englishwoman!"

The desks flew upside down, and in a few seconds the classroom was empty. A few seconds later, a crowd of students gathered in the dining room, surrounding the arena that had been formed, on which two not-so-teacher-looking ladies were lying to each other.

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– So! – concluded the Director of the school Zoya Mikhailovna at the evening meeting, having gathered in his office all the teachers-no kids, dear, so it will not go. Who allowed you, dear Klavdia Matveevna you and Alexandra Soldown to put up a fight in the dining room… without warning the others. Without the sweepstakes, you know, without a decent audience. Don't you think we'd all be interested in seeing it and making some money?

The colleagues nodded their heads in disapproval, echoing the headmistress's words.

– You understand that a fight can not solve the problem, in a predominantly female team? "the fact that one of you is pulling the hair out of a fellow sparring partner does not promise any outcome at all." For example, today one another face will scratch him, but tomorrow is another first pour something into the tea. We've been through this before, it's no use!

After these words, Zoya Mikhailovna wanted to drink the coffee brought to her by the Secretary, but after seeing the girl with a friendly look, she put the glass aside.

"What was the fight about?"

The guilty parties were silent, exchanging angry glances.

"Silence?" Well, well… it's like we're all without eyes and can't see anything. Yes, everyone knows that you can not divide Trudovik! the headmistress shouted indignantly. – Valeriy Stepanovich has been ruffling the nerves of the women's team for five good years. And any who, you bastard, not given!

Here Zoya Mikhailovna as something suddenly sharply changed tactics, timbre, and maximally politely turned to the only a man, sitting at the table:

"Isn't it?" Dear Valery Stepanovich? Or maybe we don't know something?

Trudovik was embarrassed and even blushed a little.

– So…, on eyes I see that so , – without having waited for the answer, the local power continued. – You think I didn't dream of being ripped off by that Apollo of ours like the last shack on the back bench?" Yes now! Scattered! Not a finger! He didn't even wink, you bastard, no matter how much I smiled at him and didn't put extra hours on the payroll.

Valery Stepanovich felt embarrassed under the General condemning glances of the ladies.

"Everybody's been staring at him!" And he wasn't looking at all of us! So what gives you the right to think, dear women, – the headmistress addressed to the teacher of biology and English, – that this outstanding type suddenly will take, and will give in to your influence? What is it interesting to know that you possess that the other women of the school do not possess?

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