For a long time I was going to share, and here our Bundescol literally pushed...

It was a teaching lesson that life gave me and my classmates in the seventy-eighth year.

Our history teacher suddenly fell down the Komsomol line (needed somewhere) right in the middle of the quarter, and we naturally instantly relaxed, because the aunt of the historian in the school was much softer than San Sanicha. However, the director showed a surprising diligence and almost immediately brought the replacement of a new player from the side.

My grandfather arrived in the class at the age of 70. On the outside he was intelligent, something like Basilashvili from the Autumn Marathon, only twenty years older.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember his name, so I’ll call him grandfather.

So, grandfather decided to sense the level of knowledge of his new family and started with a terrible pedagogical mistake - said that you should not be afraid, because. In order not to obscure the acquaintance, he will not put two. Here the gentlemen with the ice immediately relaxed - they went out to the board, but did not bother themselves and the public with the answers, but friendlyly to the newcomer that such complicated things he asks had not yet passed. Grandfather, even a little upset and as if in search of a way out of the impasse to somebody from the eternal twins suggested that if he wrote on the board columns of fifteen dates and can name what happened in the specified year, he will get in the long row of his lambs at once a whole four!

You can write absolutely any dates, but only in chronological order!
The smell of the rare balloon in the air! Four points in fifteen dates. The offer was so tempting that the hand standing in front of the board itself grabbed. After the strict Sanitch, it was a "golden residence", immediately a couple, the most hasty classmates, offered the teacher to exchange their columns with his four. My grandfather agreed, and the work was over.

Our duo wrote between a dozen and a half dates and 1961, he meant Gagarin's flight, but in the joyful atmosphere of the "golden fever" he decided to joke and added to the words about the conquest of the Cosmos and the message that he was born in the same year. This "discovery" was met with an explosion of peers, but the grandfather unexpectedly praised him and advised for the future the rest also not to be embarrassed and include the dates of birth of parents, grandparents, as well as other important personal and family dates in the general chronology. The word grandfather kept - all the participants of the ride got their four.

For the next lesson, for the same estimate, it was necessary to write and explain forty dates, and a couple of weeks later the entire board was covered with columns of dates. The chronology was handed over to us, though with battles, but every day.

Then I suddenly made a discovery for myself that my grandmother in 1917 was 8 years old, and they married my grandfather before the very collectivization... Forty-first - a mother in the second class - the Germans in Simferopol, the robbers, the policemen stuck in the shower of the red classmate together with the whole family and with the baby - the Jews... The story came to life, became tangible and turned into one multi-faceted whole.

It was a simple and brilliant reception of the Master – everyone was able to feel a part in the life of the whole country and saw themselves in common with their own and neighboring grandparents.

It is a pity that there is no such teacher in the New Urengoi, and not only.