Volodya lvpg

Mid-May. You and Volodya are in the tenth grade (you are Yura). You walked from your village school together, since you live in the neighborhood. In the end, you persuaded Volodya to go for a walk and you headed to a familiar willow in a clearing of a small copse in the middle of a field, under which you liked to relax

You went under the willow. Volodya sighed, dropped his briefcase and carefully placed it on the ground. He sat down on the grass, put his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand, trying to relax. He glanced at Yura, his glasses had slipped a little, but he was too lazy to adjust them

And why did you drag me here, Yur?... I have a lot of homework to do, and I always follow your lead...