– Zoya, it's some kind of disaster, not the fifth "B". Oh, well, excuse me, I'll drop by later with a slur.

This look with a twinkle that caught himself on Alexander, as he seared her heart light with his touch. Her face was flushed, her lips parted in a smile, revealing her front teeth. In short, the girl sunk and past the experienced eyes of the headmistress it did not pass.

"Look here, girl," she said sternly, " you can't count on that handsome man. Not that he's busy, no, he's not married, but… For him gender schools neck. Teachers, high school girls and even, that perishing there, time now free, to condemn sin, as the saying goes… even a couple of high school kids are drooling over it. In short, in the queue. We don't have a lot of men here. Is not a lot. So not a lot that I want to hang with sometimes, but every time I solve this issue a little blood and strangled someone else, just kidding. Although the servants are full on whom you can practice. At us in collective all women, even on physical culture of children Tatyana Pavlovna, in the past the master of foundry drives. So we get out, as you know… as we can. We have one man, we cherish and cherish him. No offense.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone.

"There! This is the key point! Try not to hurt anyone. We girls are all good, but failed for other people's happiness, Yes the old yeast of some of its unrequited feelings…

"I understand."

– Come on, be careful with him, with this our "Pinocchio" from the workshop. Better at all to him not come close, so, say Hello from afar, but not you dare handle wave your, because if our peasant women for this only hair can povydirat, then seniors-those at all rabid, can and in haryu acid spray.

"What even happened?"

– Not yet, more precisely, there was an attempt, but Claudia Matveevna managed to neutralize the girl with a biology textbook on the back of the head. Good no one saw, and the would could sue. We know how. Teacher disciple can nail hammer in the chest and at the same time you are obliged to observe neutrality and respect, but try a little louder to say something to the student-everything, you are already using violence, you are already dangerous to society and under no circumstances can no longer work at the school. The law is entirely on the side of the students, and they use it.

– Yes, interesting-interesting. Well, let's try?

– And what to try, proceed!

So Alexander Soldown began to teach high school English. The first two weeks she mastered. The curriculum, the program, the team, the relationship with the students, who before that did not Shine with knowledge of English, then a couple of months no one led the subject and finally, instead of a window, there was an English lesson, which the students were "unspeakably happy".

Nevertheless, relationships were able to engage with pupils and with teachers are quite friendly. The students of Alexander is not much bothered with the job, and colleagues are not particularly sinkers themselves.

– Listen, Sasha,-turned to it as something teacher on biology Claudia Matveevna, – you already two weeks have us work, and we with you pleasantly and not chatted nor never. I have a window, if not busy, maybe for a Cup of tea?

Thus began the friendship between the biology teacher and the English teacher. And all would nothing, if would vseshkolnoe grain discord-Valery Stepanovich, not got hurt as something times during demonstrations before pupils another admirable pass "Golden hands", and simply put, not aptly trumped. Of course, in the workshop there was a bandage and disinfectants, but the bandaged finger had no chance to get around the attention of Alexandra Soldoni when the shop is clearly experiencing discomfort, tried crippled hand to put it in the tray first and second.

"What happened to your hand, Valery Stepanovich?" she asked with genuine interest, watching pityingly as the man struggled with the primitive task.

– Bandit bullet…, more precisely knife. Too well sharpened, Golden hands, it turns out, can bear and harm, not only good! "you're an English teacher, aren't you?"

– Yes, me… can Sasha – reach out Alexander Soldown, experiencing the most tender feelings.

– Trudovik, Valera, – in the answer held out hand with bandaged finger at a man.

– So, gentlemen, teachers, keep the line moving, I have children to feed time, the change will end soon! the cook urged.

"Sasha, can you help me?" Throw those pancakes and soup on my tray…, please.

Did the English teacher have any chance of refusing the request of an imposing man? It was as if she had never handled the instruments of table etiquette so carefully and tenderly in her life. They sat down to eat at the same table.

– Do not think, for God's sake, what I claim, I readily complied with your request and if you need something – always help even a single time, just…

"You mean, did I ever think of using my left hand while my right was injured?" – smiling, asked Valery, so having looked in eyes, that Sasha barely not choked on from embarrassment.

– Well…"not in that shape, but in General, Yes," she said, trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile.

"It's all right, it's a reasonable question. Don't hesitate to ask.

"You're welcome," Sasha said.

"Well, Sasha, I had the audacity to ask you to court me for two reasons. First, I am very pleased when a beautiful young girl looks after a so-so beautiful and not very young man.