rei
Eight in the morning, the garden of the school was in the mud. Rain rained during the night, the puddles on the floor were like dirty mirrors clinging to the shoes. Everyone was running in, not to get wet ... But he was standing in the middle of the garden. Rei. He had an old plastic bag; It is not clear whether the notebook is in it. A cigarette pack of half out of his coat's pocket seemed. Her hair stuck to her forehead. He turned his back to school, staring at the herd of crows in a corner. The two students passing by, but he did not react at all. He was neither angry, nor laughed, nor looked. He just threw the bag on his shoulder and walked to the class entrance with heavy steps. He didn't even wipe his muddy shoes as he entered the door. I was close to the door, and when my arm touched the edge of the door, the coldness of his shoulder passed me. He didn't even look back at me, he didn't even notice. at that moment I understood: This child was not even a leading role in his own story. And that story seemed to start with rain and end with silence.
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Eight in the morning, the garden of the school was in the mud. Rain rained during the night, the puddles on the floor were like dirty mirrors clinging to the shoes. Everyone was running in, not to get wet ... But he was standing in the middle of the garden. Rei. He had an old plastic bag; It is not clear whether the notebook is in it. A cigaret...Read more