— Who called our Valera a bow? - Lyudmila Alekseevna, who was called so respectfully for her impressive size, screamed menacingly. - So what do I mean? - the hooligan spat through his chipped teeth. - What a pity and a bag of onions! — the storm of our music class answered him in the same tone. - Well, he moved his carcass and let him pass! We have not yet intervened in the “conversation”. Usually one glance at Lyudmila Alekseevna’s menacing face was enough for all our beautiful violinists to calmly cross the dark park on the way to the metro. Oh, sorry, beauties and Valera, the cute little bespectacled boy, who, due to the fact that he was the only man in our class, was a landmark and our tenderly cherished treasure. - Why is the kid silent? - one of the friends of the hooligan who blocked our way interjected. - Hid behind the girls? And our Valera, as usual, would like to remain silent, but here the man’s pride was hurt. Humor. Banter