A man looked at the age of 40-45 years old in a black coat, a white scarf, in his hands he nervously twisted a leather cap. Dark, hair, light gray at the temples. I looked at each sign on the door, in a dark corridor it is not so easy to do.

- Good day. - I greeted him loudly. - What class are you looking for?

- Good day. - he answered me and approached. - I'm looking for a teacher. Can you tell me where she is?

- That door over there. - I pointed with my finger and got ready to go on.

- Thank. And you will not tell Olga Mikhailovna still in place?

I somehow started, as if I was called to answer. Why do I need him, or maybe this is Yaroslav's father. I never saw him before. Although my son's hair is lighter, I did not consider the rest of the features in the dark corridor in detail.

- It's me. - I said quietly and stopped. - And you, probably, father Yaroslav?

- Yes. - he answered sadly and nodded his head. - Where will it be more convenient to talk to you?

“Come, I need to take the map and talk along the way.”

We went down the hall. I just noticed how he looked at me appreciatively. I briefly told him everything that happened. He reacted quite calmly to all my comments. I returned his son's phone to him. My father threatened to talk seriously and that now he would go to school with an old push-button telephone. To which we both smiled. Another little talk about academic performance. If there are any problems, to immediately put him on notice. The conversation went smoothly. We kindly said goodbye. I went to the komorku with cards, and the man went in the opposite direction. I put the shabby map on a large rack. Why did they make them so huge, it is difficult to get something from the upper shelves. I just sighed. It would be better to buy new cards. I closed the door and went back.

The lesson began, and in the quiet corridor, my heels beat. I had to step more on the fingers. I went down to the first floor, walked past the wardrobe. The kids got dressed and spun around the mirror. I looked at myself over the heads. It is quite nice. As I went to school, we almost had pensioners alone, and now there are also young ones. I straightened my hair, put on a hat and went out into the street. The cold autumn wind made dope in the face. I wondered if I could get an umbrella. No, better so go. Light rain, and in this windy weather, it will only bother me. I shouldn't get wet for about 15-20 minutes to get home. I buttoned up the jacket above and quickly walked on the wet asphalt. The main thing is not to enter the puddle, and then the left boot is leaking. I will receive a salary, maybe buy a new one or take these for repair. I left the yard with the children. A gust of wind showered rain on his face. I walked along standing cars. Cars drove up along the road, raising clouds of spray. I tried to keep closer to the houses, I still lacked these reckless drivers.

- Olga Mikhailovna. Olga Mikhailovna! - I heard a voice and began to look around. - Come here. Are you home

- Yes. - I replied, and began to go on the wet sidewalk.

- Hold on. Let me give you a ride. I'm on the car anyway. Where are you going?

- Thank. Sorry, I do not know your name and patronymic. I'll get there. Do not worry. - I smiled at the father of Yaroslav and prepared to go on.

- I'm Nikolai Fedorovich, you can just Kohl. I'm still a car. You sit down Soak it up, the rain gets worse, but you don’t have an umbrella.

I looked up at the sky. Big dark clouds floated in the wind. I have an umbrella, although why should he talk. I just did not want to get it out of my purse. May sit down with him. I just felt the moisture in my boots seeping through the tights. The man was nervous and waited for my answer. I won't get wet, but I can wet my feet.

- Good. - I agreed and went to the car.

Nikolai smiled at me. Opened the front door. I sat in a gray Opel with EU numbers.The man closed the door and began to go around the car. I looked at the cabin, at the panel, through the raindrops on the windshield a little, as you can see. Nikolay quickly got on the driver's seat. Put the key in the lock.

- Where are you going? - he specified and started the engine.

- It's not far away. At the end of the street, then to the right and stop there near the kindergarten. I'll go further.

- Do not worry, I'll take you home. It is not difficult for me. It's nice to know that now such young and beautiful teachers.

- Thank. - I was slightly embarrassed by his compliment.

The brushes swiped the water out of the glass with quick motions, and the car smoothly moved. Maybe it's good that she agreed. I looked at the soaked pedestrians. The stove started to work and the warm air blew pleasantly into my legs. The man switched gears, his hand went almost close to my knee, I somehow deviated. Noticed that he was looking at my feet. The pleasant warmth spread through the body, I wanted to look at him, but I was ashamed, now it seemed to me that he was looking at me, and I was just looking at the dull landscape outside the window. Drops beautifully rolled through the window of the door, the car sweated a little.

- You are on the watchman with Yaroslav. Show them who is in charge, and if anything, call. Do you have my phone? - Nikolay addressed me and interrupted his thoughts.

- Yes, I look at the magazine, there are phone numbers of parents. You understand that with them it is not easy now. Age such. Some games on the mind and girls.

- Yes, I understand you. - he quietly agreed, looked at me and again on the road. - With us, too, was not easy. From the phone just was not. Well, that just did not invent. And the slingshot brought, chairs smeared with wax. - he recalled with such nostalgia, and I just giggled. - A chalk teacher to put on a chair, it was a trifle. Girls cuddle in the corner. Now they do not indulge in this?

- With slingshots and chalk, somehow, during my work time was not. Well, girls squeeze. Age such, and girls do not mind. - I giggled again, now remembering my school years. - Your Yaroslav seems to be meeting Katya from a parallel class. Often I see them together at recess.

He looked in my direction again. Frowned slightly. I wanted to say something right away, but I thought about it, I was probably choosing the right words. The car stopped at a traffic light. The red signal shimmered beautifully in raindrops on the glass.

- I do not allow him to be friends with her. Her father does not know where, and the mother drinks, men drive home. Her friends have some kind of muddy.

“At school, I didn't notice anything like that behind her.” She studies well, tries, always wants to answer. She loves history and came to the Olympiad. - I wanted to say that his son could barely remember a few dates, but decided to remain silent. - She was unlucky then with her parents.

Lit green and we went further. The wheels rustled pleasantly on the wet asphalt, throwing spray on the sides. I was warm in the warm cabin I even felt hot. I unzipped the jacket. Noticed how Nikolai looks at my figure and legs. It seemed to me that now I would put my foot on my knee, but his palm lay on the gear lever.

- Do you live yourself? I would have such a beautiful history teacher. I would try to answer at every lesson. - he smiled at me, but again looked at the wet road.

- Thank. - I was embarrassed again and giggled. - With husband. Rent an apartment.

- What is your husband doing? - he looked around, the car smoothly turned into a less busy street, overcoming a rather big puddle, as if the ship was dispersing a big wave.

- He is a sales agent working. - I replied and watched as the water splashed out onto the sidewalk.

- You see how wet it is here, and you wanted to go on foot. I'll take you home now. I will spend with my son prevention. He will love my story do not worry. And he can not see the phone. Just do not understand.

- I would not disturb you. Well, you know, if so everyone starts.

- You did everything right. Do not worry. Young teachers are always hard. You would have to go to the model, but not ... Read more →