...And now she was already standing in front of the door in a raincoat, with a bag and an umbrella. And since life hasn’t been spoiling her lately, Ksenia imagined in advance not the pleasant things associated with the rain - fresh air, for example, but the extremely unpleasant ones - splashes on her tights, wet feet, runny nose, and so on. Splash through the puddles to the stop, push wet backs into the trolleybus... brr... If only I could open the door - and immediately find myself in my home department, warm and dry... Opening the door, Ksenia really saw with her inner eye her department, four tables arranged in pairs, a Chinese rose on the windowsill, a peeling wardrobe and Eremeeva, who always comes first. For some reason, Eremeeva was wearing a fashionable denim dress, although for fifty children this is, to put it mildly, a strange outfit. Ksenia crossed the threshold and, instead of a stairwell, saw in front of her a room with four tables and a Chinese rose, as well as Eremeeva in a denim jacket...