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Viti787

14 окт. 2013 г., 13:11:58 (10 лет назад)

As one day passed the summer holidays. Frothy waves, sandy beaches, forest hikes, grandmother's village and carefree life ended with the last day in August.
Strong, tanned, and moderately chubby girls and boys filled the schoolyard. Holiday September 1, always loud and joyful. In this day meet, missed over the summer each other, oneThe children were divided by class and kusukawa right and left, showing off a summer vacation. Seniors condescending look on the kids, remembering myself in this role. Now they are adults. She mastered many things, and can discuss with the teacher almost equal, pleasing, and even sometimes puzzling, their knowledge. Another year or two and they will step into the adult LMAll first graders are in pairs, triumphantly clutching his chrysanthemums and gladioli. To her delight the eyes still jump kindergarten of Besate, but tightly compressed lips and bright red freckles on-nosed noses make them the delightfully serious and strict.
And suddenly, barely audible warble tone as if stuns all. Appears lanky guy already vypuskno%DOn her cheeks play dimples, and two huge white bow in pigtails bounce provocatively in time steps of high school.
School bell calling each of his. Graduates eagerly listened to this last the first call, trying to perpetuate it in his memory for many years. First-graders with awe, their mouths, looking at the caller girl. They should also Memories of last summer remain behind a massive door of the school. New academic year begins. In a long, echoing the corridors of the school sonorous echo crumble quick steps late. In class someone already nervously gnawing on a pencil strong teeth. The other fingers were, faded in the summer, tufts. Well, it means only one thing - thinking the engine of the next academic g%DEvery first call September for another year extends our happy and selfless childhood.