I raise a son alone, without a wife. Andryushka's mother is still lying in someone's bed even now. I sued Andryushka from her even then, at the very beginning, and since then we have fun with him ...

No, we understand each other perfectly! Andryukha and I are the best friends. We and all games are cut together, if I have time. But in the team, Andryukha is not understood. Even when he was in kindergarten, the problems started, but when I was in school, I forgot what quiet evenings were. Everybody complains about him, as they simply went crazy about it, as if my Andryushka was some kind of maniac, and not a normal kid.

This is especially his Ksenia Eduardovna. The boy is already in the fourth grade, he already has his brain, and she is nibbling on him, “leaves” to speak, climbs into the soul ... lesson! Discipline, me too. Only peace Andrew, that at home. Comes home, how to escape in a bunker, is it a conceivable business?

And now: he brought a diary, and there - with nervous womanly handwriting: “Tomorrow - to the director! With father! ”I call such a chicken handwriting ...

Specially wanted not to go: that I, in fact, the boy that cause me to the carpet? But then I decided: go. I will tell this director everything by concepts. If a normal man - must understand ...

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Came I knock on the door with a sign: "Headmaster No. 13 Malenko K.E. "Konstatin Edmundovich, or what? ..

- Enter! - there is a squeaky voice, and I open the door.

A girl is sitting at the table. Beautiful, damn it, for a long time never seen such people: a muzzle is a peach, eyes with cherries ... All is like a bulk fruit, fresh and tasty to tickling. And blonde hair curls. Where did she come from here, I think. For the teacher, there is still a little thing: twenty years maximum, and that, if you make up. Secret, or what? No, there seems to be an old rat with glasses sitting in a waiting room ... It can be seen that she is related to the director, a nephew or someone; and it may very well be that adorable dotsya ...

- Sunny, - I say, - be healthy, but where is the director?
- Director? - she asks again, and looks at me like a soldier on a louse. And blushes deeply.
- Well, yes, director, I patiently explain. - Malenko Ka E. You read the sign on the door when you entered here, my joy?
- Chi ... read.

The grimace on the crimson face suddenly turned into a smile, so glorious that ... oh! But the smile immediately erased, as if it was leveled with an iron.

- I read. Malenko Ka E is me. I am a director. And ... we have decided to contact the director a little differently. Not “the sun” and not “joy”, but Ksenia Eduardovna. And preferably on you. If it turns out ...

A smile returned to her little peach face - so stunned, apparently, I had a look.

- Aah ... uh ... So, it’s you ... you ... that very Ksenia Eduardovna? And how old are you?
- As much as it is. Yes, I am Ksenia Eduardovna, I just don’t know if she’s the one or not. And with whom I have the honor?
- Uh ...?
- Who you are?

Damn, that's got! I have never had such a stupid situation. I barely restrained: it was very difficult to call this miracle in feathers Xenia Eduardovna. I wanted to ruffle her crimson cheek, I wanted to ruffle her curls, and ... what can I say!

Stumbling, I explained who I was and why I came.

- ... No, “just Valera” you will be when you leave the school. So how are you patronymic? ... So, Valery Petrovich ... and where is Andryusha?
- He's unwell. Yesterday still sniffed his nose. I decided not to carry him. And what do you think he should ...
- And rightly so. Let him recover; and we perfectly understand each other, I'm sure. Valery Petrovich ...

She got up and began to walk around the office. I continued to stand: she forgot to seat me. Her voice shook, though she tried hard to be stern and imposing:

- We need to talk. About your boy. You see, he ... He is with me, I lead his class, 4A. And so ... He manifests himself strangely. Very aggressive. Especially to girls. Although he is not so, because I see. You know, like children ... especially at this age: he fell in love — he tugged at a scythe ... But something makes him purposefully torment girls, do nasty things to them. Just comes to sadism ...

- Eh! You do not tell me here - I interrupted ...

- Do not interrupt, please. Listen to me. I tried to talk to him. He is strange. He does not make contact. At first, he didn’t want to talk to me at all. Just sat and was silent. But then I spoke to him. A little bit. And he told me that all the girls are bitches, and he hates them. I ... I repeat verbatim what your son says. Do you understand me? Where did he get this attitude? What do you say to that?

“And I will say, Ksenia Eduardovna, my joy,” I say, “that I don’t like it when all sorts of elephants are hung on my son.” If I don't know him! You are doing it right from some kind of maniac! What did he do to you?

- Well, how are you! ... I want to talk with you. About your child! I worry about him too, they are all like relatives to me, he and mine are also a little bit ...

- Uh, no, this is not necessary! “It took me evil, I don’t know, I was directly enraged.” It’s worth it, you know, I’m good for my daughters, the great tsabe, the “director”, makes a spell of himself ... - Did you bring him up? Did you nurse him? Diapers changed? So do not! At the very children will be, then you will understand what's what!

- Do not ... do not dare with me like that! What a person you are! You ... - in her voice already rang tears, even though she tried her best. - Do not you understand that this is not all random? You need to bring up a person, not a toy, but a person! Maniac, speak? And where did the freaks come from, did you think? Thought ?!

- On need to teach me how to raise my son! Teaches me! What do you know about this? Has she told her little letters — that is, home? Yes, you still ... Yes, you ...

I fell silent because Ksenia Eduardovna suddenly fell into a chair and burst into tears.

Female tears, I can not stand. I do not know what to do with them. When a woman cries, I feel like a fool, and a bunch of shit at the same time.

- Well ... what are you ... what are you, Ksenia Eduardovna? Well ... a little hot, well, who does not happen? You are ... do not be angry if something is wrong ... Ksenia Eduardovna!

She sobbed so bitterly that I could not stand it and approached her.

She roared exactly like a little girl: sniffling and smearing all that was possible on the face.

- Well ... well, I'm sorry ... forgive me, please! I did not mean that. Well ... now I have smeared all the beauty. Ksenia Eduardovna! ... Do you want me to get on my knees?

I actually perched on my knees.

- Well, what do you mean ... well ... Forgive me, I didn’t want ... I ... I ... - She rushed to lift me ... and we touched each other for the first time.

I do not know what it was: as if some kind of spark ... It seems that nothing has changed, but ... she was no longer Xenia Edward. She was a miserable creature crying next to me, right here, very close ... The distance between us disappeared somewhere, and I touched Xenia Eduardovna by the shoulder. She did not recoil, and I gave her a little hug. I really wanted to comfort her ...

I wish I didn't do that. Feeling warm, Ksenia Eduardovna suddenly poked into my shoulder - and burst into tears twice as strong. Dumbfounded, I hugged her, stroked her back, over her head, whispered some crap to her - and she mumbled through tears:

- Go ... my mother told me: "Ksyushka, do not go to the director!" They will eat you all there! ”And I ... I was a fool, I thought that everyone here was luyuyuyuyubyu! ... Favorite student! ... And they chose, because they did not impose ... As Ivan Khristoforitch died, so nobody I wanted, everyone just offered me. "Our talented, promising" ....