Droplets of rain rolled down the window. I listened to the student's monotonous answer about the events of a century ago. The girl obviously tried to learn, but weakly. I looked again at the rain outside the window, under the gusts of wind, he knocked on the window, as if asking for a history class in 10th grade. Moods through such weather drove melancholy. Listen to the answer did not particularly want. 26 other students did their usual lesson. Someone tried to repeat and wanted to answer, the other part, just missed and looked at the street, some whispered, others sat in the phones. As I myself was in their place I did not think that everything was visible to the teacher. And being in the teacher's place, I realized that I was wrong. You can see almost everything.

Although this is the usual school atmosphere. If only they didn’t break the lesson, during the work they learned not to pay attention to these little things. I never thought that I would become a teacher, even as I was studying at the university I hoped that I could find another job. But after marriage, fate brought me to school. I thought that I could not stand it, but gradually I became involved. Sometimes I saw the hot eyes of the students, good answers. About the bad will not. I looked at the clock on the wall, another 25 minutes before the end of the lesson. You can still ask someone and go to the new material. It just scrolled in my head, as there were some sounds of shooting and an explosion. The whole class turned, and I got up.

- Yaroslav. Quickly turn off the sound. I told you how many times. - shouted and approached him. - Stop playing in lessons.

- Olga Mikhailovna. I do not play. - he started hiding the phone. - It is itself. I did nothing with him.

- Look. Once again it will be. Take the phone. You understood me? Or do you want to tell us about the Third Wagon?

- Not. I will no longer. He muttered, without raising his head. - Can I tell you another time.

- How to learn a lesson is not ready. - I just sighed and returned to the board. “Okay, I'm kind today.” The next lesson is preparing a material and an additional message.

I noticed how he frowned. I still felt sorry for him, and he was angry. Although with his grades it would be better to go somewhere after the 9th grade. How he will pass the ZNO. The boy is cute, the girls run after him, but the level of knowledge wants the best. I sat down at the teacher's desk. A gust of wind shook the cold fall through the window. She reached out to the battery. Slightly grimaced, if so and tomorrow will have to dress warm. I have a gray dress with a long sleeve to the knees, a black belt accentuated my slim figure. It is good that she wore warm tights and boots, who knew that this way the weather will deteriorate in a day. I rubbed my cold hands and shivered. She put a couple of additional questions, looked at the pupil, she looked at me so sweetly. Weakly, well, at least trying, let it be 9. She sits down in satisfaction.

Looking at the clock. Enough for today. I'll tell them a new topic. Turned over the page in the textbook. The same sound came again. The class quickened, the noise echoed around the office.

- Quiet all! - I said loudly and got up. - Yaroslav. I told you that I did not understand. Turn off the phone. Answer you are not ready yet and you are breaking discipline.

- Olga Mikhailovna. I myself do not play it. - the student began to justify himself with a guilty expression. - I will not.

- Last time I warn you. Once again I hear something from you, you get a unit, pick up the phone and give it to my father only.

The class responded with a noise to my remark, but quickly calmed down. He knocked me out of my mind. Oh yes, I wanted to give new material. I went back to the blackboard and started telling a new topic. Everyone relaxed a little. Here the girls are whispering about something, the guy on the last desk is writing something, and you can’t make a comment to everyone. Well, at least some listen. Maybe something will remember. I walked quietly at the board, tapping my heels on the wooden floor. The rain was still disgustingly dripping small drops into the large windows of the class.I rubbed my hands and through the prism of droplets on the glass looked out onto the street. Rare pedestrians, hiding under the domes of multi-colored umbrellas in a hurry somewhere. I continued to tell, and thoughts going home. Two more lessons will have to run through these puddles, and the left boot will let in water.

A nasty sound of an explosion and some screams again spread throughout the class. I angrily looked at Yaroslav. All moment subsided and waited for my reaction. Well I asked him normally, I understand that it is stupid, but not as much. I did not want to squander. But this is arrogance. And if so now everyone will start playing with sound.

- Yaroslav. Come here with the phone. - I commanded him in an angry voice. - Do not you understand. Bring the phone here. And I will give only to my father. What did I tell about?

He sat and did not move. Only the complexion has changed. I would give him by the neck, well, where would he be half a head taller than me? He has a father, let him deal with him.

- I'm talking to. Yaroslav! Quickly with the phone over here. Do not delay all. Otherwise, you will study the topic yourself and give it a test for the entire class in the next lesson.

Class rustled. Reluctantly, he rose from his seat and put the phone on my desk. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head guiltily.

- Can give after the lesson, as last time. - he muttered and looked at me hopefully.

- I warned you. Father will go all give him. Do not learn yourself, do not bother others. What topic are we studying?

The guy lowered his head and was just silent. The girl from the first party wanted to give him a hint, but she noticed on herself my gaze immediately lowered her eyes. The class became almost quiet. I took the pen and began to search for the desired cell in the magazine.

- Olga Mikhailovna, do not. I promise no more. And the report will prepare for the next lesson. Please do not put a unit.

I drew him a beautiful one. He just sighed. We had to think before. Well at least experiencing, all is not then lost.

- You can sit down. At the next lesson you will make a report. We will listen to you, see what happens with your assessment. - gave him hope for a better mark.

The lesson went on without incident. The phone quietly lay on the table and did not make a single sound. He thinks that I do not understand at all, I am 27, not 57, that they can lie to their elders. The remaining two lessons were calm. Nothing stood out among the hundreds of others. The weather just did not please. I wanted to sit where I was by the fire, with a glass of wine, to look at the raindrops outside the window, or even with my beloved man. Now I have to go home through these puddles. With these thoughts, I finished my lesson. She took off the map from the blackboard, took the purse and the magazine and along the long dark corridor to the teacher’s room to the noise of the children. Now put the magazine, bring the card into the office and go home.

A couple of guys chased down the corridor. I almost knocked the magazine with the map out of my hands. I wanted to shout and stop them, oh well, let them run, and sometimes you will drop in at a break in the class, and everyone just sits in the phones or tablets. I opened the door to the staff room. I met Alena, she came to school about half a year later. Slim, with long brown hair. The legs in black tights nicely attracted attention.

- Do you have everything for today? - She asked and smiled.

- Yes. Now home. Weather only. - I nodded my head towards the window. - I don't want to do anything. Do you have another lesson today?

- Good for you. And I still have a lesson in grade 10. - Alena sighed and looked somewhere away.

- I had them today. She took the phone from Yaroslav, said she would give it to her father. I played the whole lesson, so I did not turn off the sound. They got me with them.

A colleague nicely nodded her head in agreement. I took my jacket from the closet, quickly dressed, walked over to the mirror. Slightly straightened her hair, it was possible to paint her lips, but I didn’t have any mood, I didn’t want to paint. I bring the card now and go home. She buttoned up her jacket, picked up a cracked and yellowed map from the table. When will buy new ones. All they have no money. One hope for sponsors or upcoming elections.I said goodbye to my colleagues and went out ...