from school memories.
In the middle of the class, sometimes the girls came in white coats and each began to crawl in hairstyles. Here’s your turn, and you think, “Hospadi, if only I couldn’t find anything! It is a disgrace for a lifetime. How to live afterwards? not found. Fowu, it went through!" – and even steam on the forehead. The universe? The Army? A married life? Okay well. The school! It is like war. Character and nerves harden. Cleansing of evolution.
by sun_jumper