School history

– Bandit bullet…, more precisely knife. Too well sharpened, Golden hands, it turns out, can bear and harm, not only good! "you're an English teacher, aren't you?"

– Yes, me… can Sasha – reach out Alexander Soldown, experiencing the most tender feelings.

– Trudovik, Valera, – in the answer held out hand with bandaged finger at a man.

– So, gentlemen, teachers, keep the line moving, I have children to feed time, the change will end soon! the cook urged.

"Sasha, can you help me?" Throw those pancakes and soup on my tray…, please.

Did the English teacher have any chance of refusing the request of an imposing man? It was as if she had never handled the instruments of table etiquette so carefully and tenderly in her life. They sat down to eat at the same table.

– Do not think, for God's sake, what I claim, I readily complied with your request and if you need something – always help even a single time, just…

"You mean, did I ever think of using my left hand while my right was injured?" – smiling, asked Valery, so having looked in eyes, that Sasha barely not choked on from embarrassment.

– Well…"not in that shape, but in General, Yes," she said, trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile.

"It's all right, it's a reasonable question. Don't hesitate to ask.

"You're welcome," Sasha said.

"Well, Sasha, I had the audacity to ask you to court me for two reasons. First, I am very pleased when a beautiful young girl looks after a so-so beautiful and not very young man.

Alexandra blushed.

"And second, I use my left hand.".. not a very remarkable man. I can hold a fork, but I can't get into my mouth.

Sasha laughed.

"In that case, I'd better move back a little, since the fork is in your left hand, as I can see."