Moscow, the 80s. Non-adapted short stories for translation from English and retelling. Levels B2—C2. Book 1

© Tatiana Oliva Morales, 2019

ISBN 978-5-0050-7431-7 (т. 1)

ISBN 978-5-0050-7420-1

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Never talk to foreigners!

Central Clinical Hospital (“Kremliovka”)

Oh, my eighties, their beginning just happened in my last school years, and as you know, it is the time when all normal schoolchildren are required to take exams…

The words “normal schoolchild” obviously didn’t apply to me, and if it did, it’s at its minimum, because then there was the only one thing that I could not accept and hated with all my honest childish soul – they were the exams.

My allergy to school exams remained a mystery to me and all my family. No one, including me, could understand why I did not accept them so acutely. After all, I studied just very well. Although I had never been an excellent pupil, I didn’t have triples, except Chemistry.

However, that was a fact. I didn’t accept examinations at school, and therefore it was absolutely necessary for me to invent something in order to protect myself for one hundred percent from the participation in that process.

The only option available to me at that time for official medical suspension from the exams was the Central Clinical Hospital. The Kremlin Clinical Hospital, which had already repeatedly saved me from all sorts of city control works and other things and activities at school that were inconvenient for me.