/ just a story /
BY WOODY PAUL GREY
The last time they had an English class a talkative student told his adorable tutor a short story.
-You know, I had seen you the other day walking hastily up the Pushkin Boulevard! - the teenager said, looking at his teacher respectfully.
-We were strolling together with a friend of mine behind you, so that you couldn’t perceive us. – he added.
- Look! This is my English tutor! – I told him proudly.
Soon we came up to the place where you had been just a moment ago.
- That’s strange! – I said staring at my group-mate in astonishment.
- What? What’s strange? – he asked curiously.
- The smell! The teacher had left, but the smell remained behind! – I responded in wonder looking around.
- What do you mean? The fragrance of deodorant, I guess- the amazed boy queried.
- The scent of cleanliness and freshness! - the student replied grandly head high.
- You’ve got a very good sense of smell! – the teacher said in conclusion, laughing loudly to cover an unpleasant feeling of embarrassment.
/ 24 /12 / 2009 / Yalta Ukraine
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äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 22.12.2017
àâòîð: Woody Paul Grey