On Monday F. keeps me after class. I sit at my desk, she sits opposite. Brows knit, voice calm: “Kostya’s parents came to me, talked about you.” Stops me with her hand. “They are worried about your relationship. Only the highest respect for you. I wouldn’t permit otherwise.” I see her mouth quiver momentarily. “Kostya’s father said he spoke to Kostya. Said whatever happens, it’s always the man’s responsibility. He said he and the mother have nothing against friendship.” But the children are already grown up, so they asked F. to observe, and have a tactful word if necessary. Again, a momentary quiver of the mouth. “I told them I vouch for you. They accepted my guarantee, saying, in that case, they have nothing to worry about. Then your Mum came and asked me to make sure,” something changes
