Hanna Ivanivna, the fifth-grade math teacher, peered at the students over her glasses. Unconsciously, she turned her attention to a quiet, scruffy boy hiding in the recess behind the final desk. His old pants were ripped at the knees, and his jacket was discolored. When she first took over the class, she didn’t instantly like this student. He frequently appeared to be dozing off while working, and he occasionally slouched on his desk.
Her heart wasn’t softened by even his dejected gaze. “Simpleton, foolish,” she muttered. She struggled to comprehend why she felt this way about Stas, but it persisted. He didn’t yell, laugh, or otherwise disturb the class. Without opening his notebook, he could sit through the entire class while gazing out the window. He did not speak because of his poor academic standing. He had unfinished homework assignments and merely dates on his classwork. What is possible for him? I’ll need to find out about his family from his prior teacher. Hanna guessed that her mother was most likely an alcoholic.
“, do you recall? His parents, who are they? She questioned one of her coworkers who taught in the lower grades.
Why not?” Such a messy youngster?
The coworker sighed loudly. “I only taught that class the year before because the prior instructor took maternity leave. You should check out his character references. Your surprise will come.
The papers were swiftly taken out of the cabinet. Here are the first-grade students’ remarks. She was surprised when she started reading. “Stanislav is friendly, caring, polite, and has a bright smile,” it says in clear, black-and-white writing. He completes his assignments meticulously and neatly.
An excellent student, the teacher said in the second grade. has many of friends and supports classmates. exceptionally talented and gifted, especially in arithmetic.
The third-grade character reference that read, “The death of his mother from an incurable disease hit the child hard, ” stunned her. He makes an effort to fight. However, following the catastrophe, his father went to booze and now barely pays any attention to the boy.
When they reached the fourth grade, they described themselves as “distracted, irresponsible, has no friends, sleeps during lessons, and doesn’t do homework.”
Hanna Ivanivna read this and was in awe. This was not what she had anticipated; this young man was still very much alive. She was humiliated by her bias against him and her treatment of him. Her thoughts were plagued all night by the vision of the youngster who was huddled and had dead eyes. She went to Stasik’s house the following morning after learning his address. Smoke filled the apartment, and there was a cloud that obscured everything.
