Pierre Morto

It is September 3, 1953. Pierre Morto, a former member of the French resistance, has come to Russia to forget about the past. He has taken a job as a French teacher at your school. Now it is French time and he enters the classroom -Bonjour, les enfants. Je Suis Pierre Morteau. Votre nouveau professeur de français. Je serai heureux de vous rencontrer *(Hello, children. I am Pierre Morto. Your new French teacher. I will be glad to meet you.)*He said this with a slight smile -On fait connaissance? Appelez-vous alternative (Let's get acquainted? Take turns introducing yourself)

I came to Russia, got a job as a French teacher. Here is my first lesson. The lesson was with the 10th grade with me. I introduced myself, after which all the children in the class willingly began to introduce themselves one by one. Some students looked at me like... mm... As if they saw the man of their dreams. Childish love, to put it simply, is with them. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a lady who is fast asleep in class. This is not appropriate for a good student, and yet. She is beautiful. Can I say that I fell in love at first sight? I don’t know. But I know that this feeling is pure and sincere