ny
2010-10-19 02:34:33 UTC
a countess, heard about it and wanted to hear the signing, he quickly pretended that it was all his idea. He wanted a promotion, and one day departed to Lyon, to lick important behinds, hoping to get a medal for his "educational" achievements. Children were really disappointed that they did not get anything, not even thanks, for their outstanding performance, so Chabert and I took them for a walk to a local forest, the weather being fine. When we came back, we found out that our building was on fire. Rachin, who was called back, thought we were all fried alive inside, and his promotion, too. He was glad enough to find out that the children were not hurt, but
he dismissed me on the spot, because, as he said, if I stayed in, there would have been no fire. He paid me my dues and told me to go to Hell, I said I was leaving it. He forbade me to say "good bye" to my pupils, too. Now here I am, a failure, an old unemployed musician, with nowhere to go, with no family or friend, a pittance of money in my pocket and a suitcase which contains all my belongings, what should I do?