A day that I will not forget


I want to tell you not about my unforgettable day. This story I heard from my grandmother, who then studied in the second grade. But I really liked and remember everything she told me about.

On this day, she was worried, because she was preparing for the control work. I went to school, as always: a briefcase, an ink-bottle, and some kind of food with me. The school was far away – four tram stops had to be passed on foot, trams at the end of the war had not yet gone. Good girl to school, and around – the crowd, all the noise, all lively, joyful. The teacher Alexandra Platonovna looked at the girl in surprise and asked: “Are your parents normal?” Non-pedagogical, of course, treatment. But how could I restrain myself if the student was rushing to the checkpoint on May 9, 1945, when all the people found out about the long-awaited victory?! Probably, it was not my parents who were to blame, but my grandmother was such a conscientious student in the fullest sense of the word. Holiday is a holiday, and the control is more important!


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A day that I will not forget