A colleague in the correspondence shares impressions from September 1.

There are students with flowers in the school yard. The Governor. The Mayor. The Director.
Three girls and a boy are on stage, speaking to first-class students.
A little girl opens her mouth and is silent. It closes. It opens and closes again. He knows he has forgotten the words. And straight into the microphone says "bla". And is silent.
Further, everyone began to roast, her other took the microphone and let me read the poems. Everything is rugged. The governor was red, bitten his lips, just not to laugh in his voice. And the girl can’t go, stands, waits, poetry too.
And in front of her, journalists are straight in the mouth of ha-ha.