A funny story of Boris Zbanduto, a student of the sixth “B” class of one of Moscow schools.

Leaving on a business trip to Siberia, my father ordered me to buy a gift for my mother’s birthday - he didn’t have time to return to the holiday. So ten rubles fell into my hands. I traded ten the next day. My bosom friend Sashka Smolin did not believe that such a lot of money is mine. To prove this, I took him to a movie. But this story began with the return of Nastya Monakhova to our school. She left for a year - left an ugly duckling, and returned beautiful. Sasha and I fell in love with her at the same time. It was because of Nastya that I agreed to become the leader of the first “A”. When our counselor assigned me this important assignment, the whole class laughed: well, which of me is the counselor. Only Nastya said that raising from the kids about October would be a serious matter. These words made me agree.

My mother, a physical education teacher and gymnast, was skeptical about this - she considered me a dunce. I myself very quickly forgot about my high mission as a counselor. Meanwhile, "our friendship with Sasha because of Nastya has reached an impasse." When I talked to her, Sashkin’s ruddy physiognomy became deathly pale, while my best friend appeared in nightmares.

My little one came after me herself. I had to go to their classroom. I couldn’t remember all of them, and in spite of it I promised to reduce the entire first “A” to an automatic photograph. I began to get involved in the fuss with the October people after the big-eyed first-grader Natasha Morozova distracted me from the crucial football match “sixth B against sixth A”. The girl was frightened of the dog, and I had to take her home. On the way, I found out that Natasha’s mother died, my father works in Africa as a doctor, and Natasha herself lives with her retired grandmother.

Sasha despised me for a long time because I quit the match, and "first graders defeated me completely." I plunged headlong into the problems of the first “A”, managing to take Nastya for a walk and spend another ruble from her mother’s present. Sasha and I decided to “look after Nastya under the cover of complete secrecy,‹ ... ›until she falls in love with one of us. The vanquished will proudly retire. ”

It turns out that Nastya was joking when she spoke about the importance of the work of the counselor. I even felt a little sad. One day, one of my first-graders asked me to fasten his pants. That was the last straw. I wrote a statement stating that “I’m resigning from the high post of counselor, because it interferes with my personal life.” Our counselor’s statement took mine, but then my October people attacked me - they started asking me not to leave. In order not to succumb to pity, I began to recall how I had taken apart the brawlers and sewed up a dress torn with a nail and sewed it on Natasha. To my surprise, "all these memories did not cause me neither protest nor indignation." In parting, I still decided to reduce my charges to an automatic photograph. Having entered the first class, I wrote about it on the board, and suddenly began to think about my first-graders, their naive and lively faces. The next morning, I not only took the statement from the counselor, but also refused to go to the cinema with Nastya.

Nastya went to the cinema with Sasha, and I plunged headlong into the fuss with the October people. For automatic photography and jam pies, I spent a few more rubles from the “gift” dozens.

And after a while a scandal broke out, “unexpected and grandiose. Suddenly they decided to dismiss the counselor with a bang. ” Just on that day I was supposed to lead the guys to the circus. I wanted to go to the circus, but got to the director. Sitting in the waiting room, I recalled why it all happened. It began with the fact that Natasha was frightened by the lizard, which a classmate slipped into her desk.Then I decided to fight cowardice with scientific methods - I collected first-graders from myself and arranged a “horror attraction” in a dark room. Streltsova my "psychotherapy" only the second time. At home, she told her mom. She immediately went to the director, and, together with this story, told him about the other two.

One of them occurred at the very beginning of my activity, when I went to the homes of my wards. First-grader father Tolika collected porcelain. The boy treated me to tea from the rarest collection cup, which I, of course, broke. I somehow did not know how rare it was, so I collected the fragments and threw them away. A scandal erupted, which Streltsova Sr. soon found out.

Another story occurred at the Streltsovs. Then the senior members of the Streltsov family treated me without prejudice and calmly left their Zina in my care. Zina invited Natasha and Tolik, and the fun began. As a result, Zina’s mom’s new yellow skirt was stained with ink. I suggested repainting it. The spot did not disappear, and my relationship with Streltsova Sr. was greatly complicated.

As a sin, on the day when the director found out about my exploits, I got five at once - Nastya was instructed to pull up the laggards, and I decided to take this place at all costs. Seeing these deuces, the director suddenly remembered that he had received a letter from me from the police. “The fact is that they took me out of the pool with a scandal. I was there at the competition and whistled with two fingers. " But I whistled for a reason. I then decided to make athletes out of first graders, so I brought them to the pool. The angry coach made us all undress, but only Streltsova chose. I told him that “they have a bad business” - they lose the competition, but they refuse to take young and healthy replenishment. After this conversation there were demonstration competitions in which I booed the swimmer of this very trainer.

My teaching career hung in the balance when my first-graders broke into the director’s office and began to protect and defend me. Here the director noticed a notebook in my hand where I pasted all the instant photos of my kids. He flipped through a notebook and left me a counselor.

On this day, I saw Streltsova Sr. again. We were going to the circus, and noticed that Genka did not appear. Going after him, I found that the boy was helping his cleaning mother to rake the snow - he did not tell her about the circus. Then we all armed with shovels and began to help, and Streltsova Sr., passing by, called me an eccentric, as if she cursed. But I didn’t take offense at her, but we still ended up in the circus, and I spent the last ten cherished on ice cream.

I never bought a gift for my mom. I had to pretend that I forgot about my birthday. "I am completely confused, both as a son and as an educator." The fact is that the teacher of my first-graders got sick, and I was instructed to guard the class during the control. I felt sorry for them and wrote a cheat sheet that everyone except Natasha used. She got the only two in the class. Natasha is a truthful person, she didn’t write off fundamentally, and when I rebuked her, the girl stopped talking to me.

In the afternoon, dad called and demanded a report - what he had bought to mom, when and where. I had to admit that I spent the money. Just as boldly, I decided to confess to our new counselor that the first-graders wrote off because of me. Sasha also gave me a surprise. Nastya found a bunch of flowers in her desk and decided that Sashka had put them there. I already decided that it was time to “proudly retire,” when Sasha announced that he had nothing to do with it, and Nastya herself bought the flowers. Then I had to intervene and say that I brought this unfortunate bouquet. After that, Sasha ran for a long time from me, "like a hare." After that, I confessed a counselor to the crime, and congratulated my mother on the phone.

In the department store where I tried to catch Sasha, I met our former counselor - now she worked as a saleswoman. I told her the whole story.She said that I had a teaching vocation, and lent two rubles to my mother for flowers. Then I caught up with Sasha, we bought flowers and went to my birthday cake.

It was quiet for several days. All first graders came to me, except for Natasha, and then I found out that the girl had an appendicitis, and she was taken to the hospital. I told her grandmother that Natasha would be late at school, and then we were the first “A” to go to the hospital. The surgeon was surprised, reassured me, and then winked - he also turned out to be an eccentric. I winked back and suddenly thought that it was thanks to the first “A” that I “live a life that made me happy.”