Do not lie
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I studied for a very long time. Then there were high schools. And the teachers then put marks in the diary for each lesson asked. They put some score - from five to one inclusive.
And I was very small when I entered the gymnasium, the preparatory class. I was only seven years old.
And I still didn’t know anything about what happens in gymnasiums. And for the first three months, I literally walked in a fog.
And then one day the teacher told us to memorize a poem:
The moon is merrily shining over the village,
White snow sparkles with a blue light ...
I didn't learn this poem. I didn't hear what the teacher said. I didn’t hear because the boys who were sitting behind me either slapped me on the back of the head with a book, or smeared ink on my ear, or pulled my hair, and when I jumped up in surprise, they put a pencil or insert under me. And for this reason, I sat in the classroom, frightened and even stunned, and all the time I listened to what else the boys sitting behind were planning against me.
And the next day, the teacher, as luck would have it, called me and ordered me to read the assigned poem by heart.
And not only did I not know him, but I did not even suspect that such poems existed in the world. But out of timidity, I did not dare to tell the teacher that I did not know these verses. And he stood at his desk, completely stunned, without uttering a word.
But then the boys began to suggest these verses to me. And because of this, I began to babble what they whispered to me.
And at that time I had a chronic runny nose, and I could not hear well with one ear, and therefore it was difficult to make out what they told me.
Even the first lines I somehow said. But when it came to the phrase: “The cross under the clouds burns like a candle,” I said: “Crack under the boots, like a candle hurts.”
There was laughter among the students. And the teacher laughed too. He said:
Come on, give me your diary! I'll put one in there for you.
And I cried because it was my first unit and I didn't know what it was.
After the lessons, my sister Lelya came for me to go home together.
On the way, I took a diary out of my knapsack, unfolded it on the page where the unit was placed, and said to Lele:
Lelya, look what it is? This was given to me by the teacher for the poem "The moon is merrily shining over the village."
Lelya looked up and laughed. She said:
Minka, this is bad! It was your teacher who slapped you a unit in the Russian language. This is so bad that I doubt that dad will give you a photographic camera for your name day, which will be in two weeks.
I said:
But what to do?
Lela said:
One of our students took and sealed two pages in her diary, where she had one. Her dad licked his fingers, but he couldn’t peel it off and never saw what was there.
I said:
Lelya, it's not good to deceive your parents!
Lelya laughed and went home. And in a sad mood I went into the city garden, sat down on a bench there and, having unfolded the diary, looked with horror at the unit.
I sat in the garden for a long time. Then he went home. But as he approached the house, he suddenly remembered that he had left his diary on a bench in the garden. I ran back. But my diary was no longer on the bench in the garden. At first I was frightened, and then I was glad that now I don’t have a diary with this terrible unit with me.
I came home and told my father that I had lost my diary. And Lelya laughed and winked at me when she heard these words of mine.
The next day, the teacher, having learned that I had lost the diary, gave me a new one.
I opened this new diary with the hope that this time there was nothing wrong with it, but there was again a unit against the Russian language, even bolder than before.
And then I felt such annoyance and was so angry that I threw this diary behind the bookcase, which was in our classroom.
Two days later, the teacher, having learned that I did not have this diary either, filled out a new one. And, in addition to the unit in the Russian language, he brought me a deuce there in behavior. And he told my father to look at my diary without fail.
When I met Lelya after school, she told me:
It won't be a lie if we temporarily seal the page. And a week after your name day, when you get your camera, we'll peel it off and show dad what was in there.
I really wanted to get a photographic camera, and Lelya and I glued the corners of the ill-fated page of the diary.
In the evening my father said:
Come on, show me your diary! Interesting to know if you picked up units?
Dad began to look at the diary, but he didn’t see anything bad there, because the page was sealed.
And when dad was looking at my diary, suddenly someone called on the stairs.
A woman came and said:
The other day I was walking in the city garden and there I found a diary on a bench. I learned the address by the last name and brought it to you so that you could tell if your son had lost this diary.
Dad looked at the diary and, seeing a unit there, understood everything.
He didn't yell at me. He just said softly:
People who lie and deceive are funny and comical, because sooner or later their lies will always be revealed. And there was no case in the world that any of the lies remained unknown.
I, red as a cancer, stood in front of my dad, and I was ashamed of his quiet words.
I said:
Here's what: another of my, third, diary with a unit I threw at school behind a bookcase.
Instead of getting even angrier with me, dad smiled and beamed. He grabbed me in his arms and started kissing me.
He said:
The fact that you confessed this made me extremely happy. You admitted that you could remain unknown for a long time. And it gives me hope that you won't lie anymore. And for this I will give you a camera.
When Lelya heard these words, she thought that dad had gone crazy in his mind and now he gives everyone gifts not for fives, but for ones.
And then Lelya went up to dad and said:
Daddy, I also got a D in physics today because I didn't learn my lesson.
But Lely's expectations were not justified. Dad got angry with her, kicked her out of his room and told her to immediately sit down to books.
And in the evening, when we went to bed, the phone suddenly rang.
It was my teacher who came to my father. And said to him:
Today we had a cleaning in the classroom, and we found your son's diary behind the bookcase. How do you like this little liar and deceiver who abandoned his diary so that you would not see him?
Papa said:
I have personally heard about this diary from my son. He confessed this to me himself. So there is no reason to think that my son is an incorrigible liar and deceiver.
The teacher said to dad:
Ah, that's how. You already know about it. In that case, it's a misunderstanding. Sorry. Good night.
And I, lying in my bed, hearing these words, wept bitterly. I made a promise to myself to always tell the truth.
And I really do this all the time and now I do it.
Ah, it is sometimes very difficult, but my heart is cheerful and calm.
The story "Do not lie" listen online
/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Don't lie.mp3Plan of the story "Don't lie"
- The first three months in the gymnasium.
- My first unit.
- The disappearance of the diary.
- Two more diaries with a unit.
- Confession.
