Xxx: In our school after the ninth grade there were only a few classmates left to study. Everyone wants to get specialized faster. Those who studied poorly went to the PTU, and those who did not go to other educational institutions on the contest - to the evening school.

The class was friendly. No one bothered me, but I only had contact with one classmate. of common interests.

I already met a new team and met several people who studied with me, decided to call a classmate - what he is doing, what he does.



I came early from class, found his number and called on the phone.

It was a long time, I decided to put the phone on, I only hear:



“Hello,” the classmate replied with a not quite ordinary voice.

and hello. Have you slept, right? I immediately asked him.

“Yes,” he replied, “he just got up. I watch TV.

I answered, and we started a normal conversation.

What are you looking there?

News is coming.

Have you watched the dolls?

and no. Once was. I cooked apples tonight.

Where did the apple come from?

brought from the village. 3 bags in a wheelchair.

Is the motorcycle repaired? Who broke the cylinders?

In the factory one carried, and gave him. He owed me. I put it near the house. I go fishing in the evening.

I would go with you, but not for fishing. All night busy.



We were asked a lot, four pairs every day. And they asked. We respond verbally, then in writing. No comparison with school. It was easier to study.



He also told him how he went to the river in the summer, advised something and placed tubes pleased with each other.



They spoke and noted for themselves that over the summer the classmate became quite like a villager. What in the speech, in terms of turnarounds - while in school, was not so noticeable.



Although he met the guys in the group and communicated, and they went to the disco together, but he did not make friendship with anyone - for this he sometimes called a classmate.



and hello.

and hello.

I bought a new magnet. and Osaka. Two sets with lighting. The Japanese. have heard?

and no. The old man is pleased.

What you have.

The Soviet.

Did you go fishing?

In the lake. Oakney caught it.

The season, I answered. I went to the cinema at the disco last week. Do you know?

I have heard. And what there?

The railroads fought.

As usual. And who to whom?

by Zarev.

This has always been the case, said the classmate.

I have met. I danced with a girl. He studied at the Swimsuit School. They agreed that he would come again.

and well. A cute one?

and yes. The hair is light below the shoulder, dressed in fashion. You want to come, too. You will also meet.

I am a chicken in the village. Sometimes now. And I can’t dance.



They laughed. Because really, in the city disco everyone danced as they could.



On the weekend, I went on the street and I see a classmate at the storehouse standing, what he is considering on the window, he wants to buy. I approached him, pushing his elbow. He saw me, was pleased.



and hello. Long time no see what you are doing? What do you do? He immediately asked.

I told him that the girl did not come. At the entrance, the police were guarding, there were few people. Next week we didn’t go. Maybe we will meet again.

A classmate smiled. It looks close to him.

Have you made a chicken in the village? I asked him.

He was surprised.

How do you know about the chicken?



I was talking on the phone with his father. And in their voice and even in their speech they were similar. Not to mention the fun. A classmate told me at school that when the assembly workshop was closed, he moved from slugs to watchers. After the lessons, we went with him to the school library and took books for his father. The classmate began to look at one shelf, and I showed him the other cover. He read the books quickly and ordered again. A librarian praised his classmate and gave him an example to others who had only one record in their subscription.



After school, the classmate went to study in another city, where he missed his home and the village.

He agreed that he would not tell his father anything.



After the meeting to call I stopped "classmate", somehow it was already uncomfortable.

Sometimes I remember someone calling him besides me. After all, he was always happy to call, listened with interest, without interrupting, and himself with pleasure told. Are you still working in the factory? Who brings his books? Or maybe already reading from the tablet, because books can now be found for any taste.