I remember my school English teacher. She is the most funny, joyful and witty person I have ever met. Casually dressed, smiling broadly, she was always ready to start laughing. She wore yellow-black-red hair and was so short that I could look down directly on the top of her head. Her lips were constantly curved as if she tryed to hold back giggles.

In spite of her age, she behaved as if she was a student and never concealed her feelings and thoughts. She never missed the occasion to say jokingly to one of my classmates: "A fool you are, Yakov", or told us off boisterously and emotionally for our bad English pronounciation. Her mimicing our English was so funny that I never felt embarrassed or offended. Her jokes made us burst out laughing; even when she told us off, I couldn't help giggling.

She seemed to have her own language, not ordinary Russian, but a mixture of mispronounced words. I considered it very witty, my spirit rose while listening to her, her "marking system" was a real masterpiece.

I enjoyed every lesson with her. It was like a fascinating comic show and at the same time we did a lot at lessons. She was an outstanding teacher, who could pair hard work with entertainment. All these qualities make her the person I will never forget.