I finished the ninth grade that year, standing in the yard of primary school, waiting for music lessons. Beyond me run first-class students, I see this situation: a pretty mature boy offends his classmate, times less than himself. At first just stand, but the situation began to go a long way. I wanted to intervene, as this girl wisely turned and gave away to that boy, he cried. I wonder what will happen next. You can’t imagine, my classmates went to comfort this boy, like "he’s crying, he’s small". It annoyed me! Whom are they educating? He himself received the merits, even crying, there was a desire to go and fill this hatred mouth, yes, so that I would then remember... I went to that girl and said that she was good, for which a few dozen pairs of eyes turned on my person, looking astonished. They never understood...this is the story.

© Zirconia