XX: Today I watched our prairie burn. I came to disassemble the work, and the warmth sits with the first-class students. They just started their studies, unknown everything. A warm woman is generally cruel, even those who do not learn from us know about her. So here. She makes a serious look and says: "I have a tradition. Now I will choose one who will definitely not pass the exam. Or you can choose yourself" Children's eyes on their forehead, all bleached, but they are silent, do not give up their own.
She looks around everyone with a harsh gaze, notes something, and then says, "No one will pass the exam. We only have an account..."
I cried and the kids were in shock.