He thought about Marina Petrovna. She was tough, yes, but her eyes always lit up when they read classic literature in class. She often told them that the Russian language wasn't just a set of rules to be memorized, but a living, breathing entity filled with music and history.
Kirill felt an immediate wave of relief. He grabbed his pen and opened his workbook, ready to copy the answers line by line. It would take him less than five minutes, and then he could finally go play video games with his friends. smotret otvety russkogo 5 klassa avtor lvova nomer
He looked at the sentence again. The wind howled... the house shuddered. He thought about Marina Petrovna