One Day - One Night

"In this life we have two ways:

Way gradation - ascents,

And the path of degradation is descent.

The path of degradation is easy and pleasant,

The path of graduation is difficult and difficult. "

(VV Shlahter)

I work at school as a teacher of history and social studies, and I am also a class teacher. And I want to tell you about one of my days and one of my nights out of life. So, dear reader, let's start!

Early morning. Cold, leading to a creepy, autumn day. Go to school. As always, I hasten along the long school corridor in my 9 G class. A familiar door with the number "twenty". Several years ago I opened it with shyness. And now I open it with joy, because here someone is waiting for me. I sit down at the table, adjust myself. I look around the usual cabinet, which will soon be filled with bright, young and loud voices. Quietly watching all that is happening are mute, but homeland-to-horror "uncles" from portraits: V.N. Tatishchev, N.M. Karamzin, S.M. Soloviev. Their stern faces are barely lit by muffled light. Chinno in a row, as in the parade, lined up desks. Each of them is not just a piece of furniture. It is here that a wonderful discovery is made, thoughts are born, and stars are lit. It seems, on the first desk at the window the student Diana sits. My magic wand is a rescue. Clever, beautiful eyes look at me with enthusiasm, and I so want to justify her expectations. Next to her - Anya, a very sociable person. Even now I hear her voice: "Evgeni Vladimirovich, how are you?". Behind her classmate Seryozhka: his children nicknamed the hedgehog not only because of his hair, but also for character. For every occasion, a sharp word. How many times I came across his "jokes". Once Sergei told me that he received a top five. I was very happy (this kind of events were very rare) and asked what did he get it for? He replied that he had received three in Russian plus two in mathematics. But he was always distinguished by a special attitude to the affairs of the class - everything will do what they ask for class, classmates. And here is the famous "Kamchatka" .... This is how the last desks are called. Why so, it's hard to say. No pedagogical book has written about it. Maybe the boys and girls sitting here for us adults are just as far away as the Old Testament with the Vedas. Naughty, bold, and sometimes quiet, shy. Sometimes they cause a lot of problems. But when you sit down side by side at the desk, talk to them, you will open such a thin and touchy soul that you involuntarily want to save it from any experiences.

School desks ... How many secrets they store ... children's quarrels and the sweetness of reconciliation, tears from the received deuce and the triumph of the five, heated debate: who is right? And sometimes they carry memory. The memory of what you will not return: not only time, but also human. Often I remember the teacher Ekaterina Mikhailovna, who is not with us: after all, it was from her that I inherited my desks. I remember Zhenya Okulov, who tragically died: it seems that he will now go into the office and sit at the third desk of the middle row, next to Alyosha Statnykh's friend. Different fates, different ages live in my office - the study of history. Working and studying, I grow up together with children, gain experience. Again and again, as the shots on the screen, the moments of school life flash ...

Behind the door of the office I hear hurried footsteps. It's hurrying, trying to get to the lesson of Light first - "a clear girl". In thought I rise from my chair, and in a clear handwriting I bring out on the blackboard: "The theme of the lesson: The Anti-Hitler Coalition." The bell rings. "Good morning, I'm glad ..." A new day begins, a new lesson, and the river of this day flows into the distance.

"And more than a century lasts a day" - involuntarily recall the words of my favorite writer Chingiz Aitmatov, whose works I met while sitting at a school desk in literature classes, and later very much fell in love and read in vain. "One day is still a lot," wrote writer Tatyana Ustinova in her last work "One Day - One Night" , and with this one must agree (by the way, I advise you to read - you will like it!).

After a long day of work, I go home, having done the necessary household chores, I go to bed. Dreaming of a dream. I'm sitting at the teacher's table in my office. The classroom is empty. The door with the number "twenty" opens cautiously and includes a young beautiful woman and a middle-aged man. Both in business suits, tall, stately. Represented by journalists, and offer to interview. I agree without hesitation and answer them with a single but long-awaited question: "What did the school do with me in the days that I spent in its walls as a teacher?" I answer: "First, she taught me Systematically achieve their goals. Secondly, qualities appeared in me that were not there before. These qualities help me not only in work, but also in life. It is stress-resistance, contactness, insight, tolerance, philanthropy. Thirdly, happiness. Simple human happiness from the experience at work. Returning home from work, I feel a "wingspan", without which I can not live anymore. "I flew" - I want to tell friends and family. And without that I can not any more. I do my best to keep this feeling alive and "earn" it. Of course, we have to face difficulties, but they only harden, give the opportunity to analyze their mistakes and correct them. For the tenth year I have been working in the school - I want another 100 years! Authority earned, I love children, and they respond in kind, parents are grateful, with colleagues for "you." In my profession I see the meaning of life, I realize the great importance of my activity. And I'm proud of it! After all, my calling is a TEACHER! "

Sleep interrupts the alarm bell. It's time to get up. Early morning. Cold, leading to a creepy, autumn day. Go to school. As always I hasten along the long school corridor ...