The School. Reading 'To Kill a Mockingbird' in Russia

I opened a book in the middle and read, “He laid on the ground with his fists still clenched. I was fifteen. That was the first man I killed.” I closed the book.

-Thank you,- I said.

-See you soon.

On the way back it seemed to me that the lighted street was full of shadows. Right before I turned around the corner from which I could see our apartment building a big soroka sat on a branch near me. She shook her tail and croaked.

-Don’t you worry,- I said.

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