I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkina, how he made fun of the whole class. He had a habit of making the guys laugh. And he didn't care if it was a change now or a lesson. Well, that's it. It all started when Fedya fought with Grisha Kopeykin over a bottle of ink. Only to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They just ripped a bottle out of each other's hands, and the ink spilled out of it, and one drop hit Fede on the forehead. He got a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.
First Fedya got angry, and then he saw the guys laughing at his blot and decided it was even better. And I didn't wash off the blot.
Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and quietly laughed at his blot. Fede really liked that he could make the guys laugh with one look. He deliberately put his finger in a bottle and put ink on his nose. No one could look at him without laughter. It got loud in class.
Zinaida Ivanovna at first could not understand what was going on, but soon she noticed Fedina blotch and even stopped being surprised.
- What did you do with your face, ink?" she asked.
- Yeah," Fedya nodded.
- What ink? This one? Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle that was on the desk.
- With this one," Fedya confirmed, and his mouth almost went to the ears.
Zinaida Ivanovna put her glasses on her glasses and looked seriously at the black spots on Fedya's face, after which she shook her head.
- You shouldn't have done it, you shouldn't have done it!" she said.
- Why? Fedya was worried.
- Yes, you see, the mascara is chemical and poisonous. It corrodes the skin. This starts scratching the skin first, then blisters pop up on it, and then lichen and ulcers go all over the face.
Fedya was frightened. His face stretched out, his mouth opened by itself.
- I'm not going to use ink anymore," he said.
- I don't think you will!" Zinaida Ivanovna smiled and continued her lesson.
Fedya quickly began to wash the stains of the carcasses with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeykin and asked:
- Do you have one?
- Yes, - Grisha whispered. Fedya started rubbing his face again, rubbing it with a handkerchief and blotter, but black spots got deeply into the skin and didn't get washed. Grisha reached out with an eraser and said:
- At this point. I have a wonderful elastic band. Rub it, try it. If it doesn't help you, you're missing a piece of paper.
Fedya started rubbing Grishina's face with a rubber band, but it didn't help either. Then he decided to run away and wash his face and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He got up, sat down, and rose on his chicks, trying to reach out as high as possible. Finally, Zinaida Ivanovna asked what he needed.
- Let me go wash my face," Fedya said in a pitiful voice.
- Does it itchy face already?
- No," Fedya said, "I don't think it itches yet.
- Well, then sit down. During the break you will have time to wash yourself.
Fedya sat down and started rubbing his face with a blotter again.
- It itches? - Grisha asked anxiously.
- No, I don't think it itches... No, I think it it itches. I won't know if it it itches or doesn't itch. I think it itches already! Well, look, there are no blisters yet?
- There are no blisters yet, but everything has turned red around," Grisha said in a whisper.
- Is it blushing?" Fedya was afraid. "Why is it blushing? Maybe the blisters are already starting or the ulcers?
Fedya again began to raise his hand and ask Zinaida Ivanovna to let him wash.
- It itches!" he whimpered.
- Now he didn't have time to laugh. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:
- Nothing. Let him scratch. But another time you won't rub your face with anything.
Fedya was sitting on needles and grabbing his hands on his face all the time. He began to think that his face actually began to scratch, and the spots were already beginning to swell up.
- You're better than three, - Grisha advised him.
At last the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran all the way to the washbasin. There he rubbed his face with soap all the time, and the whole class made fun of him. Finally, he wiped clean the mascara stains, and spent a week walking around serious. He was waiting for the blisters to pop up on his face. But the blisters never jumped up, and this week Fedya couldn't even laugh in class. Now he only laughs during breaks, and not always.