Vladimir Evgenievich

September. Who wants to study in the first month of autumn, when it was literally summer yesterday?
The sun is still shining brightly outside, the birds are singing, but there is no summer warmth, which makes me sad.

It was the second philosophy class, taught by a new, young professor, Vladimir Evgenievich. His voice, diction, and even his teaching methods were so calm, so soothing, that it was hard not to close your eyes. But as soon as he raised his voice, the entire university would shudder. But this class proceeded calmly.

While listening to a story about some philosopher, your eyes involuntarily began to close, and eventually you fell asleep without realizing it.
Your sweet sleep was disturbed by something heavy, roughly placed in front of you. Jumping up suddenly, you saw a thick philosophy textbook, your eyes widened, and Vladimir Evgenievich said,

• Not an interesting topic? You already know everything? So please tell us something else. The textbook is just that, in case you forget something. Although, what could such a philosophical genius forget?