My first teacher was always kind and simple, friendly and fair. With impatience we awaited in the morning, what to make with him the new discoveries. Nobody suspected: that would morning we hit the "secrets," teacher, all that evening sat at the table, looking for interesting material for tomorrow's class.
At that time, when we went to bed, he still checked our notebooks, invented, composed, and sometimes went to bed in the morning. He wanted that we would gladly go into the school and was not bored in the classroom. Giving myself the other children, unfortunately, there is little time left for the family. The teacher strives to understand it, as labor of any teacher aims to ensure that the guys were in a happy future. I'm grateful to my first teacher for my first class, for all that he has taught me. Thank You, Olga! Thank you, mom!