One life of Sarro la Cassa

2.1

- Why is she so happy? - I was surprised, - He also purrs with joy!

    Elaida stood out from a thousand with her character!

***

      There were flasks everywhere, dangerous reagents stood in cabinets without glass, scribbled sheets, rubbish and a lot of all sorts of things piled up on the teacher's table. And more crumbs. The teacher was constantly chewing something. The chemistry room was obviously not familiar with safety regulations. He was like his master, always quick-tempered and unpredictable, Edmond Rusch.

   He looked like his character! Not cut, not neat, with a long yellow, always dirty, raincoat and high massive boots. In the bright yellowish narrow eyes there was always anger, rejection and distrust. It became terrifying when he passed by: he could grab a notebook for no reason, tear it up and, without justifying it, put two. He did a lot more. So many. So just do not list!

It became scary when he took out the flasks and began his experiments. He explained everything indistinctly, quickly, never required notes in a notebook, did not repeat the material covered, but the students liked it, precisely because of the unforgettable experiences.

    For undisclosed reasons, Edmond paid great attention to phosphorus.

 The students were interested, and today Leng asked this, but the teacher always avoided the question, this time he almost lost his temper! Or maybe it was not by chance that he was like that? Something made him act like this!

   This evening, Lan was passing by the chemistry room, a greenish glow caught his eye, the teacher was still there ...

***

   There was a biology class. Our teacher, far from being a young man, walked around in the same shabby brown clothes and with a bag over his shoulder. His beard was unkempt, his hair was dirty and uncombed, one ear was crooked, a scar or something, but it looked like it had some kind of growth in the shape of a mushroom at its end.

His eyes are bright, a little sleepy and submissive, so that sometimes you involuntarily wonder if he is always like that?

    In the bag, the man kept all sorts of herbs and minerals, and every lesson showed us amazing natural phenomena. He taught no better than a chemist, meanwhile, noticeably calmer, but the topics of the lessons were always very interesting, one might even say, strange and unexpected.

    Today I got a green flower somewhere. And he was kind of worried. Long searched? Tired? The vein on my neck was beating like crazy.

     Lamain de Tsyying, that was the name of the biologist, put the flower on the table and began to explain something. He wrapped his fingers around the plant, and it sank into his palm in an instant. Leng, who was sitting on the first desk, saw this and did not know what to say. Becca, borrowing the surprise from the redhead's face, asked the teacher if he needed help. He answered categorically, tightening his fist with the bloodthirsty plant.

“Where do they grow?” Lan whispered.

- It's too early for you to know such a thing...

***

    It was evening outside. Karme and I walked along a long, narrow corridor with huge open colorful windows. It was warm, because it's already May. The spring breeze touched my face, crickets sang in the distance, calmness and the lights of the first stars ... How I loved this time!

     My friend is an excellent student and loves to read. A year ago, she moved from another school, but never settled down in a new place. The problem that caused the transition was that her classmates did not understand her very realistic views on everything. Crowd, also bespectacled - she was the perfect outcast of modern schoolchildren. During this year she has not changed, and therefore, other than me, she had no friends. However, changes have occurred in her appearance: this is a bob haircut, instead of a very long braid and contact lenses. However, even so, she did not stop braiding her pigtails, which is why she outwardly resembled a hedgehog with hundreds of thin thorns hanging in all directions.

- How do you like a newbie? - she asked, - Constantly something happens to him! Although, hmm, if not for his distrust of teachers, everything would be different, who does he think they are?

- Teachers? - I became thoughtful, - His words are so strange. What if it's true? After all, if you look from the side ...

- Do you support this fool? - Karma was surprised, - Drop it! He's a really weird person! Remember the first time he looked at the director, didn’t it seem to you that his eyes almost “got out”? This is fine?

- And I won't quit.

“Hmm, are you serious?” she exclaimed.

   I nodded.

- I want to check what he's talking about. Is it so?

- You never know what some boy is talking about! - she shouted, - I'm amazed that you believe him! Didn't expect this from you. Clio! What's wrong with you?

    The director passed by. His crooked teeth and a slanting smile that did not leave his face, now even a grimace, caused me bewilderment. We said hello and moved on. He didn't answer.

“Why is he smiling like that?” I asked.

- Do you take an example from Len? In your opinion, you can’t smile? ”My companion exclaimed displeasedly.

- It is possible, but not always.

     Some noise was heard. We turned around.

-What was it?

-Where's the director? Was he just here?

   It was already dark outside, but the sunset was still smoldering on the horizon. We were alone. Only bats flew overhead. The director is gone...

***

     In addition to Alfagessian, we also studied the Alfirinkian language. Our teacher, a young blonde, with white, often loose hair and long, somehow unnaturally elongated ears. She dressed very elegantly and a little unusually, preferring clothes with gothic green decorations. She was the kindest of all teachers, and we went to her lessons in high spirits and always returned happy. Embi explained clearly, everyone understood everything the first time and received only good marks. But something about her did not like our Len.

“Who was in her back room?” he asked us.

-Nobody. What were you doing there?” Karma asked. Every day, the newcomer caused her more and more distrust, even a little resentment.

- Not on purpose. She herself asked me to bring a stack of some books.

-And what?

You should have seen what they are about!

-About what?

-About elves and vampires! I wonder in what classes she teaches this mysticism? Why not in our class?..

-If she teaches, then she teaches junior high school students, - Carme continued, -Are you interested in these fairy tales?!

- These are not fairy tales! - Lan was indignant, - How can you not understand!

"Do you think she associates herself with elves?" I asked.

- Exactly! - the boy was delighted, - Clio, you are a true friend! And genius!

Karme snorted contemptuously and walked away. Anfissa - on the contrary - took a step forward.

- I think that Lan is right, - I exclaimed, - No matter how fantastic it may seem, we must believe him! After all, life does not obey the rules! And our teachers… I'm sorry, but I think they're acting a little suspicious.

- I already believe you, - said Anfissa, - After all, I told Len about Sarro la Casse. If it wasn't for me... He just saw something that my eyes didn't see. And thanks to me!...

-And this is very good!

- Wait, you mean to say that our teachers... No, Clio, you understand that. They may be strange, but we all have our oddities!

-But still! Take, for example, our class!

“Eternal dislike for teachers…” inserted Karma.

“Excuse me,” Lan began, “I guess I really said too much. How stupid of me! It's funny to me myself ... I'm sorry ...

“But I don’t!” I declared.

   Friends are gone. Why did he admit he lied. To avoid looking stupid again in front of the others? Aren't fairy tales based on something? - I thought, - Let them, let them not believe me! None of them! But I myself saw everything that Len was talking about! I just kept silent, didn’t want to spoil my reputation, but I saw it!…

   And where did I get so much confidence?

***

      History was different. We have never seen our teacher, as well as all the other students.

    The historian, Nicollo Haylaren, taught exclusively online lessons. But even there we did not see him or his face, we only heard his voice. And all the words were said so in time, as if the teacher was present at the lesson. We were very surprised by this. When asked why they would not put another teacher, the director always found a million different excuses. Apparently, he was quite satisfied with such a system of education. Sondra and Lay liked the story - they considered Nicollo's voice a hoax, so they did what they really wanted in the lessons. Just like they did with others.

When the pranks went beyond what was permitted, they blamed the high school students for everything. When they failed, they said: “It just happened!”

    At especially noisy moments, a voice exclaimed that history was worthy of being studied even after death, because if you skip classes now, you still have to learn them. Sooner or later! I wonder how an online record can say such phrases in such time!

    But often the lessons were tedious, we listened to treatises about some battles and, I will not hide it, sometimes slept in anticipation of a call. The fun ended at the next lesson, at the test ...