I worked my first year in school as a math teacher in the 6th grade, and here on the shift I come back from the teaching room with a magazine and see that one student completely climbed out the window and hanged on his arms, holding them behind the window. He amused his feet on the third floor, and I mentally said goodbye to work and prepared for the difficulties of life in the area. I decided that if I scream, the guy with a scare could stretch his hands. I stop the first classmate that hit this cascader and say quietly, "Tell Dime that soon lesson, let him come back to class." He, having fun with jokes and additions, brought Dima back to class and me back to life.