Kyzyl-Adyr sky

Today is the last bell for the 12th class, and for me. I am sixty, I have taught here for thirty-five years, and from September someone younger will teach physics. She is a good girl, a TSU graduate, and she has already asked about the roof.

I will keep the club and the telescope. The headmaster agreed. The pupils gave me a card signed by all of them with a drawing of Saturn that looks like a hat.

The new uniform: navy blue jackets, white shirts. I said to the club: you look like little astronomers of the Pulkovo Observatory. They asked what Pulkovo is, and now they know.