A former teacher and his former pupils have met. They met after more than twenty years of aspiration, hope, good and bad luck, achievements and knock-downs, failures and triumphs. Now each of the pupils was almost as old as the teacher had been when he saw them last. That class was the best he had ever had, and that was his last class. What followed was a different part of his life – no less interesting and exciting and, definitely, more rewarding financially, but far less rewarding when he compared it to their shining eyes, lightning-like reaction to his questions, their display of wit and humor in the classroom (of course, all that was done in English, the language they were learning!)

This time it was a moment when the teacher was summing up his teacher’s past. Each of his pupils was a somebody in this life – having a decent command not only of English but of other languages, possessing business acumen, being able to meet the challenges of the present day. However, it was hardly the teacher’s merit: he had taught the pupils for a comparatively short time. Rather, those were their parents and their environment that had given them the initial powerful push. The teacher’s merit might have been that at some point he served as a good stepping stone by supporting the values the pupils had been given. He encouraged them, he inspired them, he didn’t fail them in what they were after. And that was his part.

We were sitting in a café with a big awning overhead. It was raining outside. The rain had been falling for several hours already, dampness was thick in the air, and our memories were rustling through the soft music of the rain.


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