Anya joined a dance class. Her partner was in love with her, so in addition to her natural clumsiness, she added the distraction of "love." He stepped on her feet and lagged behind everywhere. It was fun. Chatting in the dressing room was fun, searching for sequins for the dress was fun. The dance teacher was the embodiment of grace. All the girls dreamed of becoming like her, and they emulated her a little.
One day, during a rehearsal break, they were discussing boys. The teacher joined them, looking so beautiful... "Girls, do you know that your clothing can say a lot about you? See, Nika is romantic, Tanya is sporty, Natasha is bright, and Anya, you don’t care at all how you dress."
Anya was choked with tears but held back. The dancing didn’t work out.
Children grow up quickly but remember a casual remark for a long time, replaying it painfully in their minds.
At 40, Anya walks along the beach in a violet dress... “Mom, did teachers ever say nasty things to you?” “Oh yes, they did!” “Do you think they say that to everyone?” “I don’t know, what do you think?” “I think they need to be answered; otherwise, you’ll remember it for a long time.”