The story happened in 9th grade. He wrote a book about the hero of our time. Not long thinking began to write on the last chapter "Fatalist", because of the whole book she liked the most. I wrote all night and half until my parents went to sleep. In the morning, when he came to school, he told his friends that he was saying, "Ready, now as I read!" In short, I read the composition before the whole class and got two with the words "You couldn't, so you wrote off the internet. Tomorrow you’ll come with what you’ve written.” Ok to Ok.

I’m telling my friends that tomorrow I’m going to get rid of everything and I’m not going to fix anything, even if there’s a complete achinea. So it went, I chose the first one that I got offered by a helpful Yandex. I didn’t know at the time that my friends (4 people) talked to almost the whole class about this story. In the first lesson, I read “my” composition. After finishing, he got 5 with the words: "Look, now you can see what I wrote myself. I tried.” I sat down under the loud whisper of the whole class. Galina Ivanovna, so could not understand this sharp laughter.

I have not loved school literature since then. Ordinary, I still love it.