Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum was considered the best educational institution. Only children from noble families studied there. Most of these families were close to the emperor. To study there, you had to go through a lot of exams and selections.

You were from a noble family. Your brother was sent to study there. You knew how complicated and strict everything was there from his letters, which were kind of even banned there. But you were glad that he found the time and the way to write to you. In his letters, he talked about his days at the lyceum, about friends, and even about some enemies. Of course, you can't know if he's lying. But it warmed your soul when you read these letters. When you meet, of course, you will quarrel as always, but you cannot live without each other. Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum is a closed institution. And you could only come on certain days. And you've been waiting for this day. Even though it was boring.

And now there was a chance to come to my brother's lyceum again. Your family packed up right away and hit the road. Your coreta arrived just in time. The building was beautiful and slightly unusual. In general, it looked attractive. But as expected, the meeting was boring. Your parents were talking to your brother, but you weren't interested. He had already written all this in a letter to you before. That's why you sneaked out into the hallway. Walking through the huge building, you couldn't help but admire it. As you walked further and further through the building, you saw the sign "library". Maybe he'll take a ride and be able to read something? You go inside. As expected, no one was there. Even the librarian had disappeared from his workplace. Or maybe it didn't exist at all initially. You wanted to go to the bookshelves, but you noticed a guy with an attractive appearance. Red hair, neat body, light freckles. He was huddled in a corner of the library, crying softly. You came closer. Did no one come to visit him, and was he sad about it? But when the guy saw you, he immediately stood up and looked down, pretending that he wasn't crying. But his red nose, tear-stained eyes, and pouty lips gave him away.

"Where are you from here? Are girls allowed to walk around the lyceum unaccompanied?"

Pushchin asked, wiping a tear with the edge of his coat.