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School it is time or When it ends?

Before examination remain only a few minutes... All, as if on command, get abstracts and begin to repeat strenuously...

And let it is not enough who at this moment understands what sense bears in itself a set of letters before eyes, everyone needs to play a role of the clever, serious and judicious little man this moment.

The call hated, more than ever, rings. It would be better to sit and to stare senselessly in a notebook of 45 minutes, than to hear the speeded-up knock of the heart together with a call.

But what must be must be. He(she) solemnly comes into a class. Her Excellency Uchitel. The lesson begins muster (the shaking is slowly put in action), then there is a distribution of leaves (the right eye twitches). What there are only no our actors with actresses on to delay the beginning of writing of control.

Five identical questions in a row - a commonplace. And where to sign? And whether to write number? And whether to rewrite a task? Her Excellency patiently answers infinite number of exclamations.

Suddenly questions come to an end. Minute silence, goes studying of tasks. And again very interests someone whether to write the answer in the first number (and though you do not know what answer, a question it is necessary to ask, suddenly He(she) will blab out?) .

And after - silence. The spur from a pocket lasts, the note rushes, the note is intercepted by her Excellency, and you stop breath. But He(she) was once too a child, and therefore, without reading, just throws out it. But you, without losing hopes, you write the second and you manage to transfer her even to the third row - on that sacred place where the honors pupil sits. The note reaches the addressee, you in mad expectation of the answer. And - about a miracle - the answer reaches, you tremblingly open the most precious note and... you read: I did not make yet...

Then from a hopelessness you look at the watch, deliberating that would give everything for that these strelochka stopped and gave the chance to write off. Then the look passes to schoolmates. At first clever faces, something strenuously scribbling are evident. And when you, at last, find the the friend by misfortune who sits with the same look, as well as you, clever face on all class proclaims: I finished a leaf. It is possible one more? This minute you will feel absolutely ill at ease...

At this turning point of He(she) says that there were 5 minutes. Everything, is the end - you think and safely you climb in a portfolio behind the textbook, trying to find the necessary page in the warped state. But life is not always fair to us, the trunk of knowledge with a roar falls on a floor.

But here on your happiness the call jingles, turmoil begins around, and you all - manage to spot that it current ...

And - oh, pleasure! At you any more not 3 and whole deserved four...

Day is lived not for nothing! As it is a little necessary for happiness...