Ivan the Terrible. Anne Fine

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      Now he stood next to Mrs Blaizely, clutching what looked like a very stylish red leather-bound lunch box.

      She pushed him forward gently.

      ‘Boris,’ she said. ‘Meet Ivan. Ivan, meet Boris.’

      ‘Hi,’ I said.

      ‘Dobya dan,’ said Ivan.

      ‘You see the problem?’ Mrs Blaizely said. ‘He speaks no English.’

      I nodded (though I was thinking there probably wasn’t a boy our age on the planet who hadn’t seen enough adverts and films to make a stab at saying ‘Hi’).

      ‘Just for a day or two . . .’ said Mrs Blaizely in her coaxing tone.

      I gave her one of my suspicious looks. ‘Just for a day or two – what, exactly?’ I asked as politely as I could.

      ‘Chum him around,’ said Mrs Blaizely. ‘Explain to him all the things the teachers are saying. And then explain to the teachers what he says back.’

      ‘Be his interpreter, you mean?’

      She beamed at me. ‘Yes. And, if he’s writing, you can translate for him. Just while we get him started. It will give him an idea of the sort of work you’re doing in your classes. He’ll soon get the hang of it.’

      ‘But what about my own work?’

      She didn’t laugh. She’s too polite. But she did raise an eyebrow because she knows that getting my own work done without being distracted hasn’t always been top of my list of real worries.

      And, as I say, I do remember exactly how awful it is to have to start off in a new class with twenty-five new people whose names you don’t even know, especially if you can’t speak a word of the language – not even ‘Hi’.

      ‘All right,’ I said. ‘I’ll do it.’

      ‘Good lad,’ she praised me. Then, just as she was sending me back to my classroom, she thought of something else. ‘Oh, by the way, Boris, please make sure the two of you are sitting in the front row during Assembly because I’ll want to bring Ivan up on the stage to introduce him to everyone.’

      ‘Righty-ho,’ I said.

      Mrs Blaizely’s got a thing about running what she calls ‘a civilized school’. She says she wants everyone at St Edmund’s to have good manners and a positive attitude. So we began Assembly by singing that wimpy little song about remembering to be grateful for everything round us. (Lulu once wrote a joke version of it about not being grateful for empty beer cans, or sick on the pavements, or homework or dog poo. Mrs Shah said it was ‘a brilliant spoof’ and pinned it on the display board. She kept it up right through till Parents’ Evening. Then she lost her nerve and suddenly it vanished.)

      After we’d finished singing ‘In Our Wonderful World’, some of the children in the nursery put on a little show about being kind to animals and taking care of your pets. It wasn’t up to much, but we all clapped to show our good manners and positive attitude. Then Mrs Blaizely begged us all to make less noise in the corridors and not drop so much litter. (We hear that so often it’s practically our morning prayer.)

      And then we came to our bit. Mrs Blaizely changed to her really bright and enthusiastic voice. ‘I have someone to introduce to you,’ she said to everyone. ‘His name is Ivan and he comes from a huge country called Russia. Russia’s so big that some snowg parts in the north are way up in the Arctic Circle while some parts in the south are so СКАЧАТЬ