"Your grammar is messy, Alyosha," she said, her voice like dry parchment. "You missed two commas. You used a colloquialism that Baranov would certainly find distasteful." Alyosha looked down, expecting the red ink of failure.
The next day, his teacher, Elena Petrovna, returned the notebooks. She stopped at Alyosha’s desk. Her glasses hung on a chain, reflecting the pale winter light. "Your grammar is messy, Alyosha," she said, her
He looked at the GDZ. Then he looked at Baranov’s stern face in the textbook. The next day, his teacher, Elena Petrovna, returned
"But," she continued, her voice softening, "you are the only one who didn't write about the 'diamond-like frost' found on page 112 of the answer key. You wrote about the weight of the sky. Baranov gives us the skeleton of the language, but you... you gave it skin." He looked at the GDZ