I remember my first September, going to school for the first time, in the first grade. Mom was leading by the hand, in the other hand was carrying a bouquet of flowers, a knapsack behind her.
I think I wore a white shirt for the first time then? Yes, probably so .... The bouquet smells of white roses, there is a pencil case in a knapsack and in it beautiful pencils with painted squirrels, cedar paws and cones, smelling of wood.
I was seated at the first desk, and on the left in the next row was a girl with huge white bows. I liked her more than all the other classmates, after I learned that her name was Veronica.
At first, I studied with pleasure and looked forward to every new school day. In general, until the fourth grade I was an excellent student, but then school became unbearably boring. We were at enmity with Veronica, having matured she went to live in America, where she has a family. So it goes.
A-studio sang a song about the girl Julia, who left for a distant country ...