He looked at his notebook. Exercise 242 was a beast—a complex analysis of morphemes and sentence structures that seemed written in a secret code. Every time he tried to identify a suffix, his mind drifted to the goal he had missed during gym class.
The next morning, Mrs. Petrova called him to the board. "Dmitry, explain the spelling in exercise 242." He looked at his notebook
Dima set the phone aside. He erased the last two lines and tried to finish the exercise using his own brain, guided by the logic he had just glimpsed. When he finally closed the book, the sun was gone, but he felt a strange sense of victory. the sun was gone