Author: Postnova Larisa
Every year, when September 1 comes, I remember my school years with fondness and nostalgia. Maybe I'm getting older and more and more nostalgic for that time. Pioneer rulers, subbotniks, hikes, songs by the fire.
But I remember my school uniform with special warmth! Probably, many will disagree with me. But how beautiful it was when high school girls walked among the noisy crowd in the corridor in strict and at the same time, you remember, elegant dresses!
Despite the uniform brown school uniform, we managed to somehow stand out from other classmates. I asked my mother to shorten my sleeves and the length of my dress and put on a bunch of lace collars and sleeves that could be changed every day.
And it is not in vain that today's schoolgirls-graduates, on the last bell, specially sew for themselves that very Soviet school uniform.
I propose to dive into that wonderful good school time with me … when they did everything for real: they were friends, fought, fell in love, feuded, hooligans, ran into the forest without the knowledge of their parents, studied and let their lagging classmates cheat.
