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Название книги: Suffer the little children
Автор(ы): Stephen King
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Suffer-the-little-children-164472.html
Miss Sidley was her name, and teaching was her game.She was a small woman who had to stretch to write on the highest level of the blackboard, which she was doing now. Behind her, none of the children giggled or whispered or munched on secret sweets held in cupped hands. They knew Miss Sidley's deadly instincts too well. Miss Sidley could always tell who was chewing gum at the back of the room, who had a beanshooter in his pocket, who wanted to go to the bathroom to trade baseball cards rather than use the facilities. Like God, she seemed to know everything an at once.She was graying, and the brace she wore to support her failing back was limned clearly against her print dress. Small, constantly suffering, gimleteyed woman. But they feared her. Her tongue was a schoolyard legend. The eyes, when focused on a giggler or a whisperer, could turn the stoutest knees to water.Now, writing the day's list of spelling words on the board, she reflected that the success of her long teaching career could
Название книги: Suffer the little children
Автор(ы): Stephen King
Жанр: Мистика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Suffer-the-little-children-164472.html
Miss Sidley was her name, and teaching was her game.She was a small woman who had to stretch to write on the highest level of the blackboard, which she was doing now. Behind her, none of the children giggled or whispered or munched on secret sweets held in cupped hands. They knew Miss Sidley's deadly instincts too well. Miss Sidley could always tell who was chewing gum at the back of the room, who had a beanshooter in his pocket, who wanted to go to the bathroom to trade baseball cards rather than use the facilities. Like God, she seemed to know everything an at once.She was graying, and the brace she wore to support her failing back was limned clearly against her print dress. Small, constantly suffering, gimleteyed woman. But they feared her. Her tongue was a schoolyard legend. The eyes, when focused on a giggler or a whisperer, could turn the stoutest knees to water.Now, writing the day's list of spelling words on the board, she reflected that the success of her long teaching career could
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