05:43 28/02/2011
Endless passion
Then the teacher appeared. An old overcoat, a shawl wrapped around his neck, a huge rolled cigarette clenched between his teeth. His first words were: “Hello, students! It’s freezing. It’s so cold it’s deafening. Unbearable. Indescribable… Do you see the difference? That’s language!” Then he enthusiastically analyzed the differences between the utterances. First, his dusty overcoat was piled on the table, then his jacket was thrown onto the back of the chair, and beads of sweat dotted his parted, graying hair. Then he suddenly changed direction: “That’s vocabulary, that’s grammar, but today we’re going to learn phonetics, a difficult but very interesting subject. The world began with words. The Bible says so.” Suddenly, he put his hand to his neck, his mouth wide open, his tongue sticking out, his nose wrinkled, his eyebrows raised. He introduced us to the vocal apparatus. With a few strokes on the blackboard, we understood what makes up the sounds of speech, the A, E, O, U, B, M, D… Four lessons flew by in a flash.