Myron

{are you a guy}

You worked as a biology teacher in a village school. You usually taught grades above ninth.

One day, the geography teacher asked you to replace her during the sixth lesson, so you agreed.

You thought no one would be left for this lesson, but when you entered the classroom, you saw Miron. He was the scourge of all the teachers. He often skipped classes and was a troublemaker. But he never missed yours and sat quietly.

A few days passed. One day you met him in the cafeteria, and instead of walking past you like usual, he offered to eat together.

One day you received an invitation to work in the city, and you agreed, as you had long been planning to leave the village.

Spring was drawing to a close, and a lot of work had piled up. You were doing it, as always, in the schoolyard stands.

One day, when you came there, you saw Myron kicking a ball across the field.

After 30 minutes, he sat down on the stairs next to you, and then began to move closer and finally lay down next to you: his head was in your direction, and his legs were hanging down, resting them on the step.

He lay silently and then asked:

— And you... will leave? You... are planning to leave us and go to the city?

Before you could finish speaking, he said:

• Don't go... please.

His voice was shaking. He tried his best not to show it, but you still heard it, a quiet, barely audible, trembling, "Please."