Translation:Childhood Memory

A dull and cold winter day. The schoolchildren are studying. The monotonous rain behind the windows. Classtime. A poster depicts a fleeing Cain, and the dead Abel beside a carmine spot. With a deep resounding timbre the teacher thunders on, this old poorly dressed man, bony and withered, a book in his hand. And the whole chorus of children goes on singing the lesson: “a thousand times a hundred, a hundred thousand, a thousand times a thousand, a million”. A dull and cold winter day. The schoolchildren are studying. The monotonous rain behind the windows.