One day a young man recognized his teacher in the passage. He approached the old man and asked:

Do you not remember me? I was your student.
I remember you as a third-class student. What are you doing now?
I am teaching.
What led you to this choice?
Not what, but who. and you.
Let me wonder, what was my influence?

Do you really not remember? Let me refresh this in your memory. One day my classmate came to the classroom with a beautiful watch on hand that his parents gave him. He took them off and put them in a box. I always dreamed of having a watch. He did not resist and decided to take them out of his party. Soon the boy approached you in tears and complained about the theft. You looked at us all and said, “Those who took the clocks belonging to this boy, please return them.”

I was very ashamed, but I didn’t want to break up with the hours, so I didn’t admit. You went to the door, locked it, and told us all to stand along the wall, warning, "I must check all your pockets on the one condition that you all close your eyes." We listened and I felt it was the most shameful moment in my short life. You moved from student to student, from pocket to pocket. When you took the clock out of my pocket, you kept moving to the end of the row. Then you said, “Children, it’s okay. You can open your eyes and go back to your sides.” You returned the watch to the owner and did not say a single word about the incident.

That day you saved my honor and my soul. You have not defiled me as a thief, a liar, a child of nothingness. You didn’t even dare to talk to me about this episode. Over time I understood why. Because, as a true teacher, you did not want to defile the dignity of a young student who has not yet formed. So I became a teacher.
Both were silent under the impression of this story. Then the young teacher asked:
Since you recognized me today, did you remember me in that episode?
The old teacher replied:
I also looked at my pockets with my eyes closed.