"Elizabeth, now I have to go!" - and she ran away.
He just stared after her, unable to say anything. He stayed to look at the touching scarf that wrapped around his arm. It was an asymmetrical black scarf with an imitation of ducats that rattled. As she thought, she was late for class, and the professor scolded her. Before she handed in the paper, she didn’t even notice the b****y fingerprints of the guy who helped her gather the papers. Her work was immediately returned with a horrible comment.
The professor told her: "If you want to kill yourself, jump into the river, do not cut the veins above the works with a razor. Labor, and Dickens in particular, are not to blame if you have mental health problems. ”
She is gone. She cried for a long time alone by the river. The professor's w
