Remember me

From the day we sat down at the desk until graduation, we are told not to draw on the desk. I will lie if I say that I do not fulfill all the requirements. But, among the unfulfilled requirements was the habit of writing sometimes on the desk. Perhaps this is because the desire to write did not leave me alone for a minute, and therefore I wrote everywhere: on leaves, on walls, on handkerchiefs. And then one day, in an English lesson, I decided to write a song on the desk” Somebody is me". This world-famous song began with the words: "Do you remember me like I remember you» Wrote. Since it was a common thing, I soon forgot about the recording. But I couldn't forget the person I imagined listening to this sad song. After that day, I came to school early and sat down to repeat my lessons. From watching the movie until late at night, my eyes were blurred and my head ached. Yes, in addition, I wanted to sleep. Not wanting to torment my sleepy eyes anymore, I decided to take a nap. When my cheeks touched the cold desk, I saw an entry made in large letters. It was the answer to that sad song. The author did not hide his name. It was Serdar, whom I was constantly thinking about. I found out the day I ran into him that he was one year older than me, and that day I found out that we were both sitting at the same desk. And then, only Serdar could write lines from the song so competently, even better than me, without grammatical errors. I immediately started to answer and wrote in English: "Don't write here anymore" I wanted to show my indifference to the writer with this pretense, but in fact, I was very happy that the letter would have a wonderful continuation. Out of joy, I didn't even know what was going on around me. It was like a waking dream. From this dream, the teacher's voice brought me to reality: "Ataeva is now traveling in her creative world, let's not interfere with her." I think I laughed out loud at this. After lessons, I ran to another floor to see the author of the inscription. Serdar walked by as if nothing had happened. I also tried to behave in a similar way. But, the question: "Does he really not suspect that I am writing letters", did not give me peace of mind. The next day, the answer to my entry almost drove me crazy. From the excitement of the words "Oh, my God, does this really happen?» they just burst out of my lips, and attracted curious classmates to me. Those who knew English well asked with a laugh: Of course, I didn't tell them anything, and so that they wouldn't suspect anything, I erased the inscription with mock anger. It was done so hastily and rudely that the words "There is no life without you, but I can't say" were hardly erased. As a person who ruined his beloved and could not forget, I looked at the erased place for a long time. On the one hand, I was saddened that such words were most likely untrue, but on the other hand, I was glad that he had an interest in me. Now, I was in no hurry to run to another floor after lessons. I continued to look at the erased lines, like a person who sees the result of his work, and who wants to prolong his happiness for another moment. "What would it be like if he came to find out the answer now? I asked myself. "He would have been surprised to see me," but he didn't come. Perhaps because it was important only to me. After leaving the classroom, I ran into my classmate Myahri.

— Rose, wait a bit.

I already wanted to know the reason for her haste

— What's the matter? Everything is fine?

— Did you write that on the desk? "What is it?" she asked, coming close to me.

I immediately understood what kind of inscription she was talking about. Thought: "What if Myahri wrote the letter?" flashed through my head. Wanting to find out, I pretended not to know anything:

— What lettering are you talking about?

Myahri perked up again:

— Writing on the desk, in English. Admit it, Rose, only you can write like that. And you're sitting in front.

— Let's say so, and what? I asked, emboldened. Myahri, contrary to my expectations, suddenly looked like a defenseless girl.

— Oh, I told Serdar a thousand times that it wasn't me, but he didn't believe my words. So, it's you, then?