The class struggle

My Lviv classmate at the meeting told the harsh and tragic history of the class struggle of the seventh class with his oppressor and, in conjunction with the head of the school, Oksana Ivanovna.
The son of a classmate is studying at our same school, and Oksana Ivanovna taught them history.
The problem is that she taught this very story well very unambiguously, she just hates all the Soviet (although during my studies she was the chairman of the board of the pioneer team, active such was, well – it is so, by the way)
I myself do not especially regret the Soviet authority, because I have experienced it on myself, but what Oksana Ivanovna carried in her lessons was obvious paranoia.
"History, of course, has no concordant inclinations, but I always regretted that the brave German army could not take Moscow, Hitler would immediately liberate Ukraine from the damned communists..."
All in the same spirit.
The children fought as they could, but what could they do?
My classmate’s son once raised his hand and asked, “Oksana Ivanovna, if you hate all the Soviet things, why is your son riding a Soviet car?”
The boy was very hard then - his father was called, and at all, barely out of school for insulting the teacher.
It took me a long time to apologize, both to my father and to my son.
There were other cases of unorganized “individual terror,” when, for example, one girl said in class:
“Oksana Ivanovna, and my grandmother, a simple Ukrainian colloquial, told us that the Germans went wildly into the occupation and from their village few survived until the liberation of the Red Army, and you told us that the Soviet power was worse than fascism.
“Your grandmother is a dark, troubled collective farm with three classes of education, she has never been anywhere further than her sarai in her life. How can she judge historical processes?
And I graduated with distinction from the University, the Faculty of History! There is difference!? to
- Then how do you know that you were correctly taught there, because it was a Soviet university, false and pro-communist, like everyone in the USSR?
Oksana Ivanovna, reddened from anger, anger and the absence of counterarguments, almost broke out, but, unfortunately, it is almost not counted, and that girl was totally unsuitable.
And then the class developed a large-scale class struggle. An underground cell was established. Subterranean from the fact that in the same class studied Evna Azef - a nephew of the historian.

And then one day, in the lesson of history, at the moment when the Soviet power was unhappy, suddenly the whole class sounded loudly:

Union of Indestructible Republics of Free
He united the Great Russia forever.
Long live the will of the people.
The Unified, powerful Soviet Union!

Oksana Ivanovna ran through the walls and ceiling and began to whisper wildly, saying, whoever I find a phone with this shit, will fly out of school like a traffic jamming.
But the strange thing – the anthem sounded, and the source was absent. She has already run and run, like a spaniel in search of drugs, searched every corner of the class, but to understand - where exactly she plays, she didn't get any way.
The hardest thing was sitting at the teacher’s desk. Under the table is empty, on the table is a small aquarium with stunned fish and a cool magazine.
Oksana Ivanovna pushed the aquarium away, listened to the magazine and even for the chance went under the table, but the hated sounds did not disappear, they were everywhere and nowhere:

In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism
We see the future of our country.”

Zavocha trembled and tossed like a vampire on silver mines. The lesson was broken.
The next too.
Each of her lessons began and ended with the fruitless search for a microscopic choir with the orchestra that tortured Oksana Ivanovna with the Soviet anthem.
The historian tried to bring a specially trained and technically subdued support, but at such moments the music evaporated to sound with a new force, when the help, pressed by the shoulders, left the battlefield:

Through the thunderstorms the sun of freedom shone for us.
And Lenin has enlightened us the great way.

A month later, the vampire failed to withstand and escaped from the silver mines, since then the boys had a new teacher of history, until it is not clear - what fruit, but most importantly - not Oksana Ivanovna.
The revolution, about the necessity of which the unfortunate seven-class students talked all the time, has been accomplished!
And the most pleasant thing is that Evna Azef never hid the military secret of the boys-Kibalchish, and the weapons of the proletariat, it turns out, were hidden in the aquarium.
One girl (the one whose grandmother was a dark colloquial with three classes of education) brought a vibrator to the school, tied it in a condom, buried it in the sand on the bottom of the aquarium and at the right moments launched the hymn on blues.
The column passed the crumble to the aquarium, the aquarium to the table, and the table itself brutally tortured its mistress obsessed with anti-Soviet demons.
This is how it happens - if the bottom do not really want, then even the most powerful tops will not have time to collect suitcases.