In school I was going to be happy. We lived in the village. Where was the school I knew.
But when my mother took me by the hand, and trim for the first time in school, it stunned me. I thought so many people I have never seen in my life.
Adults had no less than children. All were with flowers, elegant and fun.
Then the steps mentioned any speech, played loud music.
But when someone's hands tore me from my mother, and led somewhere, I roared with fright. And, apparently, very loud. Because behind me roared our whole class.
So we went fifteen crying children, the hand with the older students, through a line of laughing students.
And after Semyon our mothers. Some are still on the run and managed to dry the tears of his "first-class" flock.