#Ilya Koryakov

knowledge. The leaves on the trees were in no hurry to fall, the weather was warm, even hot, and a light breeze only gently ruffled his hair, creating a feeling of freshness. *

• Denis, a fourteen-year-old boy, moved into the eighth grade, which meant that new subjects and more complex problems awaited him. His appearance was quite remarkable: short white hair that covered his cheeks like a curtain, cloudy blue eyes, and fair skin. Due to poor eyesight, Denis wore glasses with round frames. He was one of the best students, but not an excellent student - he cheated everything and got Bs. *

• After a boring assembly and introductory remarks from the principal, the students went to their classes. Denis sat at the fourth desk in the first row by the window, managing to take his place before the bell rang. Maria Nikolaevna, their teacher, who had been teaching there for three years, entered the classroom. She was not alone, but with a young man, whom she introduced to the class: *

— Guys! Calm down and raise your heads! Allow me to introduce you to Ilya Koryakov, your new history teacher and homeroom teacher.

• Ilya was handsome: short black hair, slightly tousled by the wind, green eyes, a few small moles on his face, and a height of about 178 centimeters. He looked to be about nineteen or twenty years old, but he was dressed formally. Denis looked at Ilya with some disdain, thinking that he, like the other young teachers, would soon leave. *
• Ilya caught Denis's glance and involuntarily smiled slightly. *
• After a while, everyone signed their names and received their textbooks. Ilya taught his first class, and everything went like clockwork. *
• Another hour passed, and Denis, his thoughts numb, left the school and headed home.