THE HEADMISTRESS OF THE SCHOOL
This disorder would continue until the door burst open, and the headmistress appeared in the doorway – a grey, short-haired lady in a dark, neat suit and with the gaze of authority. The classroom immediately fell silent. Without any hurry, she would walk to the teacher’s desk and with a disdainful tone utter such an incredible tirade against these overgrown hooligans that their jaws gaped in amazement. And furthermore she did not use a single swearword in her reprimanding lecture. But it was invariably strong, vivid, accurate in its descriptions, and always new. For me, a former Pole, these were lessons in the Russian language, and so I listened to her with great interest. The headmistress had such a powerful inner force that she charged the air around her,
