childhood was not so young, as if it were already in school years, i remember my teacher zoya vasilyevna nazarovao happened that i had just arrived from the murmansk region and came. to a school in a town in the vitebsk region, for the first time in this seventh grade, and we wrote essays, there was an essay, i always chose free topics, i don’t know why, but not i loved these frames, when i was limited to something, here is a free topic on which, i began to write about the north, i wrote a whole notebook about the north, it was an essay, it turned out that it was then... they had already determined the form , that this essay turned out, such an artistic essay, with this essay zoya vasilievna offended all classes, which means that it was read in educational institutions of our city, in other schools and so on, i spoke and read out some passages, that’s what she told me thus supported then, i can do it write, i can write, i... and i still read your fairy tales, your works to these children, she shocked me with these words, because i myself treated it like, well, what’s there? was once written in ch