On December 3, the date marking the entry of 12 o'clock midnight began graduate school in our Vardan Saghatelyan phone into military service. I accept with great pleasure the congratulations of his former master with the right patience homeland soldier like that in one month will pass before the end of pride.
The day of his rights was spreading everywhere, and I go to school in the morning, the first 10th grade that the student wishes to me, smiling at him ... I wonder where he learned, but I do not remember the name, I never taught him not they forget that the very sharp remark to me a few months ago, won the student for bad behavior.
I enter into a 5th grade, then my Hello everyone standing, stare, suddenly in response to sound arrogant words of congratulations. I wonder where they got the children, and a kind of ... I am ashamed of these days, children are the joy of my time over, I wish they were not aware that their congratulations as if I realize that I grew up.
11th grade before reaching the entrance, take turns in frank outburst, I hear congratulations, I'm trying to look calm, but inside I was excited ... My thanks are limited by the fact that I remind them of our time, who would have thought that a student teacher ventured to congratulate birthday. And again it seems I am ashamed and try to quickly pass dasanyutin Armenian language, only the Board of dealing with me forever.
I seem to be running between classes the teachers and pupils of congratulations was the lesson of abundance ... Next 12th grade only salvation here that retain the rest of my class. But here too I welcome their joint song congratulatory speech. I think I am ashamed again, and the middle class is facing a strange way, my words are consumed Guilty look ... listen to him on behalf of everyone who wishes to raise a new word. Dasanyutin minutes and then mixed with my thoughts take me to the autumn sun, the writer's pen Matevosyan man remembering his past good and bad days, years and lives with his autumn days. I'm sobering up students one question, if I put my age.
My age and my soul seemed to contradict each other, my thoughts me to my next class to take a class teacher in 7th grade. Smiling stop me in the hallway a few girls in the class. There are questions to me, as well as a small obstacle in the classroom chmtnem. This helped me get to know someone and see what is there, it will ask for the right to enter the classroom. And without hesitation, I opened my door to register the class ... And I freeze for a moment, I forgot about my shame.
Wonderful songs individually made congratulatory remarks, hanging new curtains on the windows, tables, benches, which has become abundant fruit and sweets ... It stunned me ... Everywhere I see one of my paintings are brought up to me to look at the board and fixed to the walls. Cheerful smiling eyes of the children, two mothers, working at school that my parents' council members, they look at me with admiration. Surprise ... And I managed to forget that moment, that I was ashamed when children are congratulating me. Acknowledgements I say, my face and my smiling saniknerin me grkakharnvogh Elina Petrosyan and Gevorg Sargsyan mothers that are giving me so gorgeous bouquets of roses.
After school was a big surprise for many spatial world of the day, various colorful flowers, lines ... And so soul warming aplenty I was ashamed to think of a wonderful group of friends in a cordial feeling of relatives for the celebration was open for me.
Even on days when I do not know the day is over, I am ashamed that I am not ashamed, but I know for sure that we each have within a day this year, and we are delighted that she regretted that the year went by, but not last year again come.

Natasha Poghosyan