About the book: year / At the beginning of August, Irka and her grandmother came to register for the fifth grade of the Women's School No. 15. Walking through the wide, echoing corridors of the four-story building in search of the head teacher’s office, looking into the empty, spacious classrooms, inhaling the pleasant smell of paint that had not yet weathered, Ira rejoiced. Will she really now study in this “palace”, and not in a “barn” adapted for a Russian school, where in one large room, divided into two halves, four classes studied simultaneously - the first with the second, and the third with the fourth?! I can’t even believe that there won’t be any of these snotty fools here, trying to trip their legs or pull their pigtails....