I entered the 2nd grade. I am 9 years old! I really loved school ... though I was a threesome. And a new boy came to our class, but he was not Russian, but Chinese. I saw the Chinese for the first time in my life. I was glad that he was planted with me. I was afraid to start a conversation. When we went to the canteen ... he was very surprised by the food, and especially the porridge. I also did not love her, but not so much as he ... as if he hated her. No one spoke to him. I gained courage and started a conversation
