and turned on the light.
"She banged on the glass by stool. She wanted cut us," said the ringed girl from bed.
"She's crazy," said the other girl.
"So what's that in your hand? Drop it and come here!" the gym teacher commanded.
Matilda didn't moves. The gym teacher came closer, grabbed her hand which had a piece of glass with his left hand, and grabbed her by the scythe with his right hand.
"Drop it," he said, and turned Matilda's head more tightly, holding her by the scythe. Matilda released the splinter from her hand, and the teacher dragged her by the scythe to the exit.
"I'll kick your ass and you'll be learning undress," – the teacher said and dragged her into his office.
"You better fuck her on the table," the girls shouted after her and laughed.
The teacher pushed Matilda into the middle of his office and followed her. Behind him appeared watchman Vasily Petrovich.
"What happened here?" he asked, "there the glass fell out."
"Here, the newcomer did not want to go to bed, broke the glass with a stool. I led her to a preventive conversation," the teacher replied.
The palm of Matilda's right hand was cut and blood bleed from it.
She lean her hand at the dress on the waist and said to the watchman, "my blood oozes, it hurts, maybe the liver damage. Call, please, an ambulance."
A red spot appeared on the dress under Matilda's arm.
"Well, can you go?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Come with me," the watchman said and led Matilda to his lodge. Then he dialed 03 and called the Ambulance.
"I'll need a passport there. It's in my backpack and closed in teacher’s lounge."
"Well, I'll bring it right away," the watchman said and left.
"Andrei Andreevich, it will be necessary the passport for an ambulance, open the teacher's lounge please, the passport there in her backpack," said the watchman.
The teacher and the watchman went into the teacher's lounge, the watchman easily found a bright backpack.
"I will not rummage in it, I'll take the whole backpack," said he to the teacher and left the office.
The ambulance did not have to wait long. The watchman opened the gate. Into the watchman's lodge entered the doctor with a suitcase and a young girl – an assistant.
"So, what's here? Let me take off your dress and see," said the doctor.
– No, I'm not going to take off my dress here, drive me to the hospital, the wound is not too deep.
"Well, can you go?" the doctor asked.
"Yes," answered Matilda and went to the ambulance, taking her backpack.
Ambulance drove through the city with included beacons. The doctor and his assistant were very polite.
"At last I broke free," thought Matilda.
"I cut my hand too, could you see it and bandage it?" she asked the doctor.
The doctor examined her hand and processed it with hydrogen peroxide.
"The wound is not terrible, a small cut," he said. A young girl, the doctor's assistant, cleverly bandaged her hand.
Arriving at the hospital, the car drove up to the reception. The doctor took Matilda to the department and handed it to the attendant. Then he said goodbye to Matilda, wished her a speedy recovery and left. He already had to go to another challenge.
"So, what have you got here?" asked the attendant.
"I cut my hand with glass, I was treated in the car, the doctor stitched wound and bandaged. The doctor said that you need to registry me in your journal and then I can go home. He said me to come to your clinic tomorrow," Matilda lied.
"Okay, passport with you?"
"Yes, of course," said Matilda and handed in her passport.
The attendant made the necessary entries in the journal and returned the passport to Matilda. Then Matilda said goodbye and went out into the courtyard of the polyclinic.
"I forgot to give her pass to the exit," the attendant thought, "well, nothing, she'll be right now back, and I'll write out."
At the exit from the policlinic's gates was a guard.
"Girl, what hospital room are you from?" he asked.
"I'm not from a hospital room. I accompanied my sister to the ambulance, now I'm coming back."
"Ah, got it. Well, come on," he said, and went back to the security guard cabin and the automatic gates opened. "Maybe I can help you to get a taxi?" the guard asked after Matilda.
"Thank you, I'll catch it myself," answered Matilda and moved away.
It was about ten in the evening, and the city did not sleep. Matilda straightened her backpack behind her shoulders and headed toward her house. It was far to go. On the way Matilda met no one hooligan. There were strolling couples, were also married couples with baby carriages. As always, there were a lot of idle tourists and hurrying people in the city. Matilda reached her house at midnight. Entering the entrance and climbing till her apartment, Matilda did not know what to do. She did not have the keys. After standing a little at the door, she went down into the courtyard and went to the nearest kindergarten. There were no children in the kindergarten. They were ordinarily taken there early in the morning, and in the evening they were taken away.
"Perhaps there is a watchman here," thought Matilda, "I don't need to run into him."
She tried to find some place in the fence to penetrate the territory of the kindergarten. Then she went to the gate. The gate, was like a fence, was made from a forged rods. She slipped her hand through the bars and pushed back the bolt, and then closed the wicket behind her.
"I need to sleep somewhere until the morning," thought tired Matilda and headed to the playground. She climbed into the small hut on the chicken legs, sat down on the wooden floor and fell asleep.
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Matilda woke from the cold, she was trembling violently. It was already six in the morning. She got out of the hut and went back to her house. Usually at seven in the morning the neighbors were already awake. Matilda went into her porch, and without taking off her backpack, she began doing squats to keep warm. After a while, the chill went away. She no longer shook, but Matilda needed to keep warm.
"Yes," she thought, "a cup of hot coffee would not hurt." Continuing to do sit-ups, Matilda waited seven in the morning. She had no hours, and from time to time she left the entrance and looked at the neighbors' windows. The light caught fire in the window of the old woman Zina. Matilda went up to her apartment and rang the doorbell.
"Oh!" exclaimed the old woman Zina, "Matilda, what's the matter with you? Come on, come inn. My old man is still sleeping. Come into the kitchen, I'll make you tea," said Zina and led Matilda to the kitchen.
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