The ringing in the phone made him open his eyes. Nastya sweetly stretched and turned off the alarm. Today is the first of September. She loved this day when she was in school. And today this day is even more exciting: for the first time she will enter the class as a teacher. This year she graduated from the pedagogical university with a red diploma, which she was very proud of. And today she will hold her first lesson. She was given fifth grades, her most favorite age ...

The first of September was a bright, colorful holiday, followed by stormy everyday life. Life did not run, flew at the speed of light. Nastya was a favorite of the five-graders, young, pretty, with a beautiful slender figure after which the high school students looked, and their accompanying glances made her blush thickly. forcing After the new year, the director announced at the pedagogical board that the history teacher retired and quit for health reasons. It was decided to give two graduation classes into the hands of a young but already well-proven teacher Anastasia Andreyevna. Nastya’s heart has broken ... this trust and big responsibility ...

She entered the class for eleventh graders on flexing legs. They were completely different, almost adults, with a difference of only 6 years. These were not her adored and idolized her five-graders. While she was telling the new material at the blackboard, spinning with a pointer near the map, she almost burnt to be embarrassed, seeing the girls mockingly whispering, discussing her appearance, and how arrogantly looking at the guys, stripping her with her eyes.

Gradually, over time, they got used to each other. And everything seemed to go on its own rut ... But one class was strikingly different in its composition from the other, as if picking them up according to the principle of sexual development. "A" class was studying, preparing for exams. In love, sympathy and antipathy somehow passed quietly, without going beyond the limits of decency. But "B" differed in temperament, flashes of loud scandals and showdowns mainly because of the attention of the guys. Honestly for one guy. He, bored, played with girls like a cat with mice, then bringing it closer, then releasing it, often knocking them together with their foreheads and watching from the side of their disassembly.

Finally, he got bored with these games and wanted something more unusual, extraordinary. March holidays were coming. Ignat, that was the name of the local kidnapper of girlish hearts, suddenly began to give signs of attention to Nastya. She was terribly embarrassed, seeing how it amuses the boys in his class and angry girls. She was infuriated and annoyed by everything: his impudent evaluative views, impudent remarks and clarification of what she was telling in class. They were amazed at the knowledge of details and trifles that she did not know. And he with a triumphant appearance, complementing her story with colorful details, brazenly lounging behind a desk, looked at her openly, stripping her eyes. If she knew what it cost him to find, find these nuggets of the unknown, then to show off the knowledge in the classroom. But Nastya decided that it was necessary to stop these discussions and several times rather rudely laid siege to him in the lesson, surpassing the facts ...

On the eve of March 7th, the school was buzzing like a beehive awakened. Condensed lessons were interspersed with short changes, when music was rattling throughout the school. It seemed that everything had come to the Brownian movement: schoolchildren scurried about with congratulations to the teachers, the boys were in a hurry to confess their love and give souvenirs to their classmates. History lesson in grade 11 was the last. Nastya, elegant and solemn, decided to hold it in the form of a quiz, which she had been preparing for almost a week, looking for various sources of interesting material on the lesson. Suddenly, in the middle of the lesson, Ignat rose without asking and left the class ... Nastya did not even have time to say anything. Slightly hesitated, she continued the lesson, angry, but then deciding to deal with him.

But again the door opened and Ignat entered with a heap of blindingly white tender tulips. Nastya stopped, not daring to utter a word. And he, theatrically standing on one knee, suddenly began to howl at some raised tones some poem about the queen of his dreams and dreams. The class laughed so that the glass in the classroom rattled. Nastya’s face became stained ... Not co-operating with herself, she gave a slap to the guy and jumped out of the classroom. The class calmed down ... "Well, you and the moron ..." - the excellent pupil Svetka just spoke, and, picking up the bag, left the class. Behind her stretched the other girls. The guys again began to neigh, now over Ignat ... He turned dark with his face, throwing away the bouquet, which scattered with a delicate white salute, and said: “We argue, she will be mine ?!” - and generally come on! Now, if you lose a bet, you put the status in the contact, what I think of, if you manage to drag into bed - I will write what you say. ” "It is going ..." Ignat squeezed through his teeth ...

The festive day is over. The teachers were going to their corporate office, ordered in one of the local cafes. Nastya put the class in order, removing the maps, textbooks, and occasionally looking at the almost faded tulips scattered throughout the class. Here is a cleaning lady too, a thought flashed through her. Suddenly, the classroom door closed behind her. Ignat stood with her back pressed, silently ... carefully watching her face. “Get out of here!” - Nastya got into a fuss, covering herself with red spots. But Ignat quietly, looking into her eyes, said: “Anastasia Andreyevna! Forgive my stupidity. I do not know how to approach you. Give me a chance to fix everything. " Nastya sank into a chair. The anger evaporated, and she said confusedly: “Yes, I am not already angry.” “Can I take you home?” She again, confused, was silent, chose words for an answer, to refuse, but not to offend. Ignat, taking the silence for consent, said: "I'll wait for you on the porch."

They walked slowly along the sunny street talking about anything and everything. He said that he lives only with his mother, who is on regular business trips, that he can prepare and run the farm himself. After talking we approached Nastya’s house. She thanked Ignat for the company and went to the entrance. But the door did not have time to slam: Ignat whipped up after her and pressed her against the wall. The angry tirade never fell from her lips, he covered them with his powerfully, like a man, holding hands tightly, not giving him a chance to resist. She swam, the body did not obey her, responding to his kiss with a shiver and a wave of excitement. And he, looking up from her, looking into his eyes, whispered: "I'm sorry ..." and jumped out of the entrance.

Nastya spent the holiday in the company of her classmates, meeting at the apartment of one of them. But all thoughts were occupied by the student. As she did not drive them, but sometimes with a smile she ran a finger over her lips, remembering a kiss ...

Coming to work, the first thing turned to the class teacher 11 "B". Speaking about general academic performance and discipline in the class, she gradually turned to the students' personalities and asked for a brief description of them. She was worn out all the time, until the awesome reached Ignat. The characteristic was usual for a hooligan: left to himself, in some class because of poor progress he spent two years older than everyone else in the class, the military enlistment office is already waiting for it when he leaves the walls of the school.

Nastya went to the lesson with mixed feelings, not knowing how to behave with him. Entering the class, she was dumbfounded: Ignat was sitting on the desk with a classmate in her arms and said something intimately in her ear, slightly stroking her hand under the hem of her dress. Some strange feeling of annoyance, jealousy, frustration for themselves and their vague hopes gripped her. But taking herself in hand, she held a lesson, avoiding meeting his gaze.

And after the lessons, he again waited for her on the porch. “I myself will go ...” - she snarled and tried to bypass him. He cheekily pressed her to the door of the school and looked into his eyes, lifting his chin with a finger.Frightened that someone might see, Nastya hissed: “Let me go !!! Go to your girlfriend! ”Ignat quite grinned and took her bag out of hand:“ Come on, my girl! ”Nastya did not understand what was going on with her, she silently went down the steps ...