The Power of Time - страница 49



– You know I am a woman; I want some warmth. And all of the students keep quite and don’t want to say a word to me. Can you understand me?

– Dear, we are all different. I am different from you, and there is nothing we can do about it.

– Ludmila, you know that I want to change; you even know why I want it to happen. Can you help me with something?

– How can I help you? How can I make your students talk? How can I make them smile? I don’t have the answer to your problems. Since there is no answer, there is no problem…

– So your opinion that the problem is in me?!

– Of course, Svetlana! They have their own problems too, but you are the main reason why they act the way they do.

– Do you think they suspect something?

– If they feel intimidated, they understand something. I have no idea what do you mean by suspect, and what they can suspect.

– Ludmila, gives me an advice. How can I take it easy? May be I should not be paying attention at all?

– Svetlana, I can tell you only one thing. You need to make a decision and decide whether to change or not. But at first you need to change inside, to get rid of all unnecessary thoughts and sins, you need to strive for perfection. Don’t overwhelm yourself. Work on yourself, and you will get a result. If you pretend to be someone else you are not, it won’t take you anywhere. Don’t pay attention at all these little problems.

– I understand everything very well. But how can I not pay attention is hard to understand!

– Be yourself and don’t let negative feelings and emotions take a control over you. Think of it: what is emotion? It is nothing, right? Why do you let it take a control over you?

The bell rang, and students started to enter the geography class, greeting teachers…

– Thank you very much, Ludmila. I have to go now. See you soon.

As usual, no one entered her class without her permission. Svetlana passed by, concentrating on her thoughts. She asked Andrew:

– When are you going to see Max?

– Today or tomorrow, why?

– Let him know, that he needs to read Gorky’s novel “Mother” and write a paper on it. I will give him a literature grade based on this paper.

– Ok, I will let him know. Can I go now?

– Yes.

Andrew almost made it to the door when she said:

– Oh, there is something else, Andrew!

– Yes? – the student looked at her attentively.

– Sent him my greetings, and let him know that I wish him to get well soon! This is it, good – bye!

XVIII

Doors of the room opened and Andrew entered the room. He was dressed modestly, but with a good taste. Max always liked the intelligent face of his friend, his unlimited aspiration for the best and proper. Andrew had dark rare hair, short haircut, blue eyes and olive skin. His facial features were accurate and attractive, and by looking at him it was easy to say that he was an intelligent person with good actions. Maxim liked how Andrew entered the room. He opened the doors, got in, put his bag down; then he returned back to door, closed it, and only after that approached Max. He pronounced assuredly and quietly:

– Hello, my friend. How are you?

– I am limping.

– Don’t be shy. I thought you had been running around for a while.

– I wish… It would be so good to run or play basketball right now.

– Oh come on! You will have time to play. Now you need to get well.

– I am doing my best, you can see for yourself.