I'll teach you chemistry.

The school day dragged on for an incredibly long time. It's good that today is Friday and there are still two whole weekends ahead! The fourth lesson is chemistry. It was so boring that Yeniseisky began to yawn. Although, in general, disinterest in the educational process was quite common for him. The only subject he liked even a little was algebra, and that was only because he was very good at the exact sciences. He would probably have fallen asleep completely on this ill-fated chemistry if it hadn't been for an exciting conversation with a neighbor at his desk about the problems of motorcycle helmets. Quote: "It's safer to drive in a helmet, of course, but without it your head will fall off!" Suddenly Ruslan caught someone looking at him too intently, raised his head and met the gaze of the chemist. That's all. This is a failure. It's a death sentence. — This is a fiasco, bro, — the neighbor on the desk encouraged Ruslan. — Come on, now Yeniseisky will come to the blackboard and show us all how to solve this problem, — suggested Nikolai Alexandrovich. I had to go to the blackboard. Ruslan, who in his life saw chemistry only in his grandfather's moonshine, was forced to just stand silently at the blackboard with a stupid look and attempts to write something either from a fool, or with God's help. — Ay-ay-ay, well, how is it, Yeniseisky? Sixteen years — I can't imagine! Bring me the diary at recess! Nikolai Alexandrovich spoke in a disappointed, measured, teacher's tone. The rest of the lesson went rather strangely: no, on the whole it was as boring as the first half, as all three previous lessons, and probably as boring as the next two, but now Ruslan often caught the teacher looking at him strangely. They were not the same as the first time, there was no anger, irritation or condemnation in them, no - now they had a completely different character. After the bell rang and everyone started to gather, the young man walked up to the teacher's desk. With a diary. As agreed. — Well? Do you really want me to give you a two? The teacher asked. - Of course! More life! Yeniseisky replied sarcastically. The teacher just slammed the diary in front of him and said: — Ruslan, you see, you are actually a very capable young man, and I see great potential in you, which for some reason you do not want to develop. Let's come to my place tonight after school, at nine o'clock in the evening, and I'll teach you chemistry. Ruslan only nodded dejectedly. After school, I took my briefcase home and went to play soccer with Dugar. A little later, I read a textbook on economic theory and sat down to do my homework. I looked at the time: 8:00. I remembered what Nikolai Alexandrovich had told him, and deciding that he wasn't such an idiot to do chemistry on a Friday night, I gave up and went to bed. And then, what he will say to Nikolai Alexandrovich in his defense is no longer his problem. These are Ruslan's problems from next Thursday. And this is a completely different person.