Relatively close to the village where I worked at the school, there was a special regime zone. At that time there were about two and a half thousand dangerous prisoners. There was an evening school in the area where several teachers from our school worked. Someone invited me too. After thinking well, I agreed, although, of course, I was panically afraid. I collected the necessary documents, which I then carefully checked, filled out a bunch of questionnaires. Before the first trip to the area of the house, all relatives and acquaintances who had at least some connection to the prison gathered. I received hundreds of advice: how to behave and how not to. It was strictly forbidden to wear red clothes. Here is the first visit. Teachers were searched, all phones and jewelry, except the engagement rings, were taken. The last instruction, and I am inside.

And immediately it was as if it had fallen into another world: and the sun is something different, and the sky and the air. Two guards accompany us to the club, where there is an equipped class. Two guards meet in the class. Students - 25 people, on the floor - a dirt line, which I am strictly forbidden to cross.

The geography class has begun. Students look with curiosity, though cautiously. By the way, most of them turned out to be friendly – and worked actively, and the homework was done on time. And the maps were better drawn than atlas! Among them stands out, as I understand, an authority by the nickname of Grey. As I learned later, Grey was charged with a double murder. In general, my new caregivers called each other exclusively by nicknames: Proshmira, Kurdyuk, Afonka, Ryabai, Zhban Žbanych... (what I remembered). As I learned later, they called me Lady, and in class – Antonovna.

Gradually I got into that atmosphere. Classes were twice a week. Thus passed two months. All according to the established order: search, two accompanying to the class, two - during the lesson. And here somehow I go into the classroom, I write on the board a topic: Brazil, I start the survey, and then a student from the first part says:

– Olga Antonovna, and where is your guard?

I looked into the corner where my bodyguards were always sitting, and thought: there was no one. I am alone in the class. and twenty five zecks.

I have never been so scared in my life.

I don’t know, I say. But that doesn’t matter. Continuing the lesson. So Brazil...

Then another student interrupted me and said:

- We know, we know, the homeland of the wild monkeys, - with these words he came out of the parta and crossed the dirt line, - let me show you.

In a few moments, the whole career of a geography teacher flew before my eyes. Despite the working air conditioner, I covered later. The feet trembled.

He saved me gray.

“Sit down, Proshmyra,” he said loudly. You are in class.

After hesitating, he returned.

I took a breath and continued the lesson. Five minutes before the end, the entire headquarters of the area broke into the classroom. Having seen me alive and unharmed, the face of their chief reflected the expression of relief and joy ofining his position.

The rest of the lesson was spent with us.

As I left the class, I turned to Seven and said, “Thank you, Grisha.” The gray shakes.

My hysteria began at the guard. The next day, all four guards were fired.

I finished until the end of the school year. To say goodbye, the head of the area handed me a gift from the students (which was strictly forbidden) – my portrait of copper wire. Awesome thing