Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

Greeting

Having waited for the moment when the teacher would not be looking in their direction and when Kostya had leaned back enough, to the sound of his own heart, which began to beat faster due to the fear of not throwing it enough, and then being caught by the teacher, but still somehow it didn’t matter and Sasha threw the paper. The lump flew past Danzas’s desk, landing right in front of Ivan. Pushkin calmly exhales at this, and then catches two pairs uncomprehending eyes and simply smiles, nodding only to the red-haired one, as if to say, go ahead and read, and the tallest of their company just rolled his eyes, returning to his business. His hand reached for the sheet of paper, glancing at the teacher, the message was quickly unfolded. Only two words seemed familiar in handwriting written in ink. "Boring" Pushkin couldn't help but chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand so no one would see. It was so predictable from Pushkin. Looking back at his friend, the redhead just rolled his eyes, returning to the paper and picking up his pen. The answer only takes a few seconds to wait. "And what do you suggest I do?" Having written down a reply phrase, using the same technology as Alexander, he sent the note back, now catching Danzas's slightly outrageous glance at himself. In response, he could find nothing better than to smile innocently and shrug, turning his gaze to the young poet, who was unrolling the lump too quickly to read the answer. For a moment, his gaze was stuck on this profile, on these curls, which were now like fluff, illuminated by the rays of the sun; too lively a look for just copying in class, but apparently he really was bored, which is not surprising; "continue: I you " This answer made me think a little, but laughter escaped my lips again at my own idea. It definitely didn’t match Pushkin’s expectations and thus became very funny. "..I'll kill you if you ask for help on the next test on this topic" It was a sin not to laugh at the expression on Alexander’s face, but I had to hold back my laughter. "But I love you" Sasha managed to write, but the paper was caught in flight.

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