"Did you have your first love here?"
"I did. She is in Krasnoyarsk now. In Year 11 I wrote poems for her and she answered with hers, I was stunned. My classmates said "Upset the lesson, upset the lesson!" It meant to give my poems to the teacher. She could read them for a half of a lesson and the whole class could relax. I stopped writing after my dad had died. I wasn't interested in anything as much as I did earlier and finished school with the middling results. My dad was good, everyone at the airport remembers him until now."
We looked into the room for computer science. The glass was unbroken so the classroom was not covered with snow. The reels with films, a magazine The primary school dated 1989 and a huge, brown, glittering with frost school board were in the classroom. "We will never forget you. Sorry for raising the voices talking to you. (Can not be read) a possibility to get everything back, but (can not be read) there is no way to improve. I will never forget you, I mean we all will never forget you! Thank you for everything. I love you. From Dasha (can not be read). We feel bad without you," the pupils' farewell to school was frozen on the board.
"That was cool," repeated Dima. "I sometimes, mainly in summer, come here and watch"
We came to the exit through the chairs and desks scattered chaotic all over the place. When the light rays were on the right wall, we could see the peeling off plaster, on the left wall – thick glass which had been broken in the middle. Directing the light rays down, the small hare's prints were to see on the snow. Looking at the getting dark opening of the chemistry classroom we saw an overturned piano which keys were unpressable because of the snow stuck in.
"What are you feeling by seeing that?"
"What do you think?"