“Take your crap away!”
Everyone laughed. Sasha was pushed away with shoving and laughter, he stuffed the papers into his pockets and froze, not sure whether to go away or get closer. All day, at each recess, he bit his lip and hung around next to the fighting. From time to time someone said: “There you are again with your stuff! Don’t stop us playing properly!” “No…. I’ll play properly too….” he muttered and went completely pale.
The D pupil Andrei also got laughed at, as it happened. “My Mama goes to the factory. My Mama has a pillow,” Alexandra Gavrilovna read out his essay to the laughing class. He, a brilliant D student, curly-haired, goggle-eyed, with round nostrils, would be expelled in the second grade – rumor had it that he was transferred to a school for the mentally retarded.
