The last remotely literate teacher had bolted, taking with him Lenka Pereverzeva, a secondary school graduate, and the funds collected for roof repairs, and a stack of study guides. Stunned by such unexpectedly shabby treatment, the school started declining before our eyes, growing faded and ugly like an abandoned wife.
A commission that could not have cared less drove in from the district center and had whatever was still fit for classroom use loaded into the light truck known affectionately as a polutorka, also hauling off two barns’-full of split firewood, a likeness of Alexander Pushkin painted in oils during the reign of Tsar Nicholas, and the bell that had summoned the students to class. The commissioners walked around the frog-green building that sprawled across the state farm’s land, rapped on its foundation and prodded at its planks, while the less trusting among them even tried to smash the flimsy wooden door frames.
“No, Pavel Ivanych,” said the boss-lady, head of the District Education Department. “You can strike me dead on the spot, but we won’t be able to write this piece of junk off, or sell it either. We’ll have to scrap it and split the land into lots.”
Pavel Ivanych always had a canny eye for the bottom line. “Isn’t it a pity, though?” he said. “This place is built like a fortress. Stonework all across the first floor. And where are the kids going to go?”
“Where? To Kashurino. It has an eight-grade school. There aren’t that many kids, anyway.”
Pavel Ivanych took a swig from the flask he’d been keeping warm in his boot, shrugged his shoulders, and, as part of his goodbyes to the principal, Alexandra Nikitishna, who was all bundled up in a short shawl and crying her eyes out, told her to post a guard. “Or just someone to run the furnace.” And he made himself scarce.
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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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