The teacher should enter the student huzashkharhe
2016-12-06 09:27:00
2016-12-06 09:27:00
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That day was the last dasazhams my class teacher in the classroom. Knock and the door gently opened our eyes at once confined hallway facing high grade schoolgirl on my door. I refused to get out, but in response to his request, taking into account the imminent call time, invited him to sit down, pointing the opposite bench. ... We already had two bell rang, he immediately handed me a paper notebook. I look at the blackened lines, his face desperate. - Speak, something happened. - Yes, please, please. I glanced at the hastily passed in several lines. "My redeemed within eternity, eternity, love, anticipation and soul light. These words are derived from my "dead" heart. " I interrupt reading, looked at his face anxious and dalkatsats. I repeat: what happened to me ... Stoned face to face, looking at the mum looks at the newspaper, and I continue to read it again. "He was the only one in my life, I sincerely love, live and always pray for him, and now I am confused, hurt and suffering." -And Then, patience is exhausted, the question I nailed her eyes, trying to hear it from me hardly any words. He is engaged to someone else ... I found out .... And I miamits, I believe his promises. Despite shock news to me, but I pulled sigh of relief. - And you want them, then that's all been very good, even excellent, that then they knew about it. He looked at me, and I speak ... I speak by self inflamed'm talking about someone who do not know, but I do not want to allow that someone who killed a schoolgirl my faith.
At the end, we felt that alleviated in souls, but both of the heart was a trace of pain and insult. That day, he realized that the love of happiness together also gives a brief joy with grief shatters the heart, killing her faith and betrays the unforgettable suffering. But I could not ignore my adolescent soul of the changes taking place, as I have long been convinced that a new student age harmonious and beautiful thoughts about the relationship between the teacher and the student in the district, which should never be afraid.
Natasha Poghosyan