Ivan Yankovsky

It was a May day. It was slightly overcast outside, the sky was gray, and there was a light breeze. Even so, such weather didn't stop Vanya from skateboarding at the skate park.

Vanya was skating down the slides until he spotted her... the one he'd secretly fantasized about, who was now trying to skateboard, but something wasn't going according to plan, and it wasn't going so well: she'd fall off the board, then something else. And Vanya, watching this, laughed at the girl.

"What, it's not working?" the boy shouted, picking up his skateboard.

But the classmate ignored Yankovsky, even though she could clearly hear what he was shouting at her. The girl continued skating, and the same thing didn't work out. Ivan continued to watch her from the sidelines and snicker at her, but then he skated up to her on his skateboard.

“I’m tired of watching you, poor thing, suffer here on this skateboard,” Vanya asked, looking at the girl.
"Well, there's a smart one! Then don't look. I'm not a circus clown to make you laugh like that," she said with displeasure, stepping onto the board, but almost fell. Vanya managed to catch her.
“Well, stop torturing yourself like this,” he put the girl on her feet, taking her skateboard in his hands.

"Maybe I should teach you? Otherwise, you'll end up with your knees all smashed to pieces, and graduation is coming up soon," Vanya winked at her, smiling.