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!
Harry came to his mother one morning and said to her that no one at his school liked him - neither the teacher's nor the children. He added that even the cleaners and the bus drivers hated him. His mother answered it was such sad news. She supposed that Harry wasn't very nice to them. She remarked that if a few people didn't like a person it might not be his fault; but if a lot of people didn't, there was usually something wrong with such a person and he really needed to change. Harry agreed with his mother's advice. But he replied that he was too old to change. He said that he didn't want to go to school. His mother asked him not to be silly. She said he had to go as he had things to learn. And ahe added that besides that, he was the headmaster of the school.
Watermelon(ватермэлон)