Five

- Romka, bell is in a minute, let’s run! — shouted a red-haired boy with brown eyes about twelve years old, and the guys rushed down the corridor to the classroom. As soon as they sat down at the desk, the bell rang. Roma, a green-eyed blond, quickly took out his textbooks and stood up to greet the teacher. And Misha was still fidgeting in his briefcase and shuddered when Victoria Nikolaevna, a Russian language teacher, addressed him. - Osipov, why aren’t you ready for the lesson yet? - Um… Sorry, please, I overslept. - You need to set the alarm clock! I’ll call my parents, then you can dance! Of course, these were empty threats. Misha knew this. He was a smart boy and got straight A’s. His parents would not have been called to school. But it was still unpleasant for him to listen to everyday reproaches and comments directed at him. - Sit down. The class sat down at their desks. - Does everyone remember that we have a dictation today? The children began to shout. - You didn’t tell us! This is unfair! Yes, she knows how to ruin the mood in the morning… Misha turned around. This thought came to his classmate Yulia. But the guy is already used to hearing the thoughts of other people. And to your other abilities. But he knew how to control them and not advertise them. - Rom? - What? - Can you use your magic on her so that she cancels the dictation? - Yeah. Give me a sec. Roma Kostylev stared at the teacher, and after a few seconds she said: - You know, I changed my mind. There will be no dictation. Today we will repeat the topic… But Misha was no longer listening to Victoria Nikolaevna, he was thinking about how he was lucky enough to meet Roma… *** The guys met for the first time at the New Year’s Eve party. There was a holiday, everyone was happy, but the red-haired boy sat alone and cried. He asked his parents to give him a dog for New Year, but their family was poor at that time, and of course they could not afford it. The boy was very small and did not understand this. He thought his parents didn’t love him. And then a thin boy with thin blond hair approached him. Look at me. Misha raised his head in surprise. Although his hearing was better than that of the vast majority of people, he did not notice the approach. They made eye contact. The boy looked into the blond’s eyes, and an incomprehensible warmth spread throughout his body. It brought peace. - What is your name? — asked the redhead. - Roma, what about you? - Misha. Let’s be friends? - Let’s. - Are you a wizard? - In a sense. I have a strange gift. Just like you! - How do you know? I didn’t do anything special! - You have a strange aura. It’s something like… I don’t even know how to explain it! I just felt such power from you!.. It seemed strange to me, and I approached. You know, I don’t even always look at the person himself, only at his soul. And I immediately know everything about him. - You know, this is very cool! -What is your gift? - Well, I have a lot of abilities… I can fly, I hear well, my eyesight is very sharp, and this… regege… Well, in general, when wounds heal quickly, that’s it! - Cool! This, by the way, is called regeneration. So you have a physical gift. And I have a spiritual one. During the conversation, Misha completely forgot about his grief. That day he found a friend, a person with whom he could not be afraid of anything, on whom he could rely. - How will you and I communicate? - Hmm… I’ll try to introduce our parents. - Can you? - It’s difficult, but it might work out. Twenty minutes later, the adults had already found a common language and were drinking tea together, while the children, meanwhile, joined the round dance. After the holiday, the guys didn’t want to say goodbye for a long time. The families had already gone outside, but Misha did not want to let Roma go. - Mishut, it’s time for us to go. It’s already late. If you want, you can go for a walk with Roma tomorrow. He lives not far from us. - Exactly? - Of course, honey! The guys hugged one last time and went home. *** So the guys remained friends for another two years. Roma transferred to Misha’s kindergarten. They talked every day. Every day they played, ran… and were happy. Until “Day X” happened. - Mom? - Yes, Mish? — Are Roma and I will study in the same class? - Oh, honey, sorry, I forgot to say, he’s moving one of these days. His parents believe that in Penza, our beautiful city, Roma will not receive a good education. They are leaving for Moscow… Sorry. - What? How is this possible? — the boy cried. From an overabundance of emotions, he even flew up a meter. - Bunny, I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to upset you. Misha ran to his room in tears. In the same time… - Mom, dad, I don’t want to leave! Why can’t we stay? - In Moscow you will go to the best school, then you will enter the best university and become a scientist! - What if I don’t want to? - What do you mean you don’t want to? You shouldn’t vegetate here! Roma sighed. He realized that it was time to resort to drastic measures. He looked into his dad’s eyes and began repeating internally like a mantra: - We must stay in Penza! Must! After a minute, the man turned to his wife. - Darling, maybe we really won’t move? We have good work here, and Romka and Mishka are better here! - What are you talking about, dear? But after a few seconds, Roma’s power also affected her and she agreed. - Although… You’re right. Let’s stay. The boy breathed a sigh of relief. - We should call the Osipovs to make them happy. That’s how Roma and Misha went to the same class. We helped each other at school, at home… In everything. Misha trusted his friend limitlessly, and he trusted Misha. As they grew older, they got to know each other better. Soon Roma shared that his parents knew nothing about his and Misha’s gift. And Osipov, in turn, said that although his parents know about their son’s superpowers, they are unaware of Kostylev’s strength. *** The bell rang. The children screamed, jumped up from their seats and began to run out of the classroom. The noise pulled Misha out of his thoughts. - Rum, what do we have now? - Story. Let’s go to. The day went pretty well for the guys. Both received several A’s, and now, happy, they go home. Snowflakes fall on their outerwear, but the boys do not notice it. They are engaged in conversation. - Tomorrow is Saturday, isn’t it? - Yeah. What we are going to do? - Well, we can play in the yard. Snowballs. And build a snow fortress. And go to the skating rink. - It’s possible, probably. The main thing is that the parents let go. - Well, if anything happens, I’ll use my charms and they’ll let us go to Africa. The guys laughed. - Well, Rom, we don’t need to go to Africa. But to the skating rink… Meet me in the park at 10 am? - It’s covered up. Okay, bye. Or else do homework. - Bye! See you! And Misha went to his house with a smile.