Sometimes in my youth I had to work as a group teacher of the extended day for first classes.
I usually left a man 20, but it happened that 60 when there were no other teachers. In quiet hours I decided to teach children origami, which for a long time earned a respectable nickname "Teacher on paper".
Somehow, I remember, I urgently needed to go home and I asked the pioneer who was nearby to take care of the children. (The current generation does not know, of course, about such a position in school, but I’m more than sure that such a girl exists in any school, whether it’s called a psychologist or something else.)
Having arranged my urgent affairs, I ran to school, feeling that without me there would be something wrong. Of course, I was right, there was a terrible noise and noise from the school windows. When I broke into the classroom, I saw that three first-class students were attached to the wall by the teacher’s table, and the rest were turning the class up with their feet. Without long thinking, I grabbed the most active of the hats and hanged them on top clothes hooks, wrapped in rows on the wall in the classroom, as was previously supposed. The noise of the team stopped. I turn around — the whole brigade stands with burning eyes in line behind my back, so that I may hang them on the wall too. There was no such puppet theater even in Karabass-Barabass.