Taxi

An elderly man got into Azriel’s cab and asked to be taken to the local university. - Are you a professor? - I am. - And in what field? - I have a doctorate in history. - I’m impressed. - A lot of people underestimate this science. I find it necessary and interesting. - When I was in school, I always liked history. Although I knew that the textbooks were often untrue. The professor sighed. - Children can’t know everything. Some things would be better if even adults didn’t know. - I understand that. Still, history is a good subject. How long have you been teaching here? - Since I was fifty. Before that, I worked in one of the educational centers in Moscow, we went on research… All that sort of thing. I’ve made a lot of discoveries. And then I got old and became redundant. - It’s sad. - But I like the department. - I’m glad to see you’re being recognized. - You know, my students are taking their midterm today. I don’t want to take anyone down. I love them. - Lucky them. With you. - I guess. - Do they get paid a lot? - It’s enough to live on. I even send a little to my son. He’s paralyzed, so now only his wife works. - That’s very noble. - Thank you. You know, it’s like you have a special voice. - Why? - I don’t know. I just feel a certain calmness around you. - A lot of people have noticed that. We’re pulling up. - You’re a good man. Thank you. I hope we’ll see each other again! - Maybe. No.