In the ninth grade we got a new physicist. Before him was Evdokia Maximovna, she, of course, taught us something. She had a point, she fell on everything supernatural. At the beginning of the lesson, someone asked her:
– Evdokia Maximovna, did you see in the “Komsomolk” that someone has seen UFOs somewhere?! to
And all, there is no Newton or Pascal anymore, only UFOs and a 45-minute Poltergeist. We used this over-the-counter, looking at what soon to enter the institutions.
And here, at one of the lessons, instead of her came a young, tall, in large "horned" glasses and a light-grey costume of ON.
- Hello, my name is Oleg Vladimirovich Ostrouchov, I will lead physics with you. He said loudly and calmly. Half of the girls fell in love with him. From the first lesson he began to explain everything very calmly and quite clearly.
Before the second or third lesson, I suddenly got a bad thought: - what if the desk projector board, which he has over his head, is pushed by a metronome? Not thinking long, in the eyes of the whole class, I did. Having led and placed the metronome on the slowest tikanie, I pushed it over the board so that it was not visible. The boys chicked in anticipation of the reaction of a new and "very calm" physicist, the girls also smiled slightly. While there was a change, nothing was heard, but the bell sounded and Oleg Vladimirovich entered the class. Everyone instantly got stuck, and it got stuck. It was like a well-established theatrical whisper from somewhere behind the scenes – loudly but clearly:
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Everyone is in physics. He calmly opened a classy magazine, checked who was in the class and began to ask homework.
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – so.
Right above his head, and at the same time on the ears of the whole class.
People begin to look at me.
What am I? I am nothing.
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
A few minutes later, she could not stand:
Oleg Vladimirovich, turn off the metro!
What kind of metro? I hear nothing. Ask the housewife.
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
On my side, my classmates are already blinking with the eyes of lightning.
In a minute:
Well Oleg Vladimirovich, well turn off the metro!
Physicist: Well, whoever turned it on, let him remove it.
Class angry and almost chorus: - Rodionov get rid of the metronome!! to
I get up and, like a beaten dog, I go to the teacher, pull out from behind the board, turn it off and put it in place, next to other devices. and all.
Oleg Vladimirovich didn’t say a word to me, he didn’t even smile. He just continued his lesson.
It’s been more than 35 years since that lesson, but I remember it like yesterday. My ears burn of shame.
Thank you very much Oleg Vladimirovich for that morning.